Chapter 6
The nurse awkwardly picked the report and left away, leaving just the two of us in this stare–down.
“Still pissed about the blood thing?” He seemed to get it and reached out to touch my face. “A matter of life or death, Saffron. I didn’t have a choice.”
I turned my head away, and his hand hung there in mid–air, frozen.
He stared at me for a long time, then finally glanced at his watch and stood up. “Wilda needs her meds. I’ll come
check on you later.”
The moment the door closed, I lay back down and stared at the ceiling, suddenly laughing.
Tomorrow I’d be gone from this place forever.
So I checked myself out of the hospital.
Back home, I started packing.Passport, ID, a few changes of clothes.
When Lorian came home, he caught me with my suitcase and looked confused.
‘Saffron, what are you doing?”
[ brushed him off casually. “Just sorting through some stuff I don’t need anymore.”
He didn’t press it and handed me an invitation.
“Tomorrow’s the school’s centennial celebration. University classmates will meet up–How about you?”
I went.
At the party, Lorian held my hand the entire time.
Our old classmates joked that the prom king and queen were still the perfect couple.
Someone brought up how he’d waited in line all night to get me that limited edition album back in the day.
He laughed and pulled me close, his fingers tracing along my waist like some silent apology.
“Remember we all wrote letters to our future selves ten years ago? Time to open them up.”
The class president Jack brought out this mailbox–shaped box.
Everyone crowded around to claim their letters.
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I was about to open mine when Lorian suddenly went rigid.
His phone was ringing.
The caller ID read: Wilda.
He looked at me hesitantly, then stepped into the hallway to take the call.
A minute later he came back, face white as a sheet. “Saffron, she fell at the hospital…”
“Go,” I cut him off. “The baby’s what matters.”
Relief washed over his face as he kissed my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
Watching him rush off, I walked over to the mailbox and found Lorian’s letter.
The envelope read: “To 28–year–old Lorian Vale.”
I hesitated for a moment, then tore it open.
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