At the End of the Tunnel
“It is not forgiveness. It is simply that I no longer want anything to do with you.”
I pressed the button on my wheelchair, backing up half a step.
“Mr. Benson, Mr. York, regarding our business partnership, a designated representative will handle the follow-up with you. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave.”
With that, I turned my wheelchair around and began moving toward the door. As I passed Tyler, he suddenly grabbed the armrest of my wheelchair.
“Nora! Don’t go, please don’t go!”
His face was stained with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.