"Don't refuse. Just think of it as an extra benefit for someone as capable as you," Lucas said.
An apartment? My heart stirred.
Ever since I realized that almost everyone knew where my new home was, I had been considering moving again. But finding a suitable place wasn't easy, and rent was another issue.
If the company provided housing, it would indeed solve my immediate problem.
"I'll think about it." I didn't agree immediately.
When I returned to the hospital ward, I saw Mom staring blankly out the window, her gaze empty and unfocused.
I walked over and gently held her hand. It was ice-cold, making my heart ache just to touch it.
"Mom," I called softly. "Lucas said I could work at his company as his assistant."
Mom turned to look at me, a spark of light flashing in her eyes. "Really? That's wonderful!"
I nodded and continued, "He also said the company has employee housing. We can move there. It's close to work, and it'll be easier for me to take care of you."
A relieved smile appeared on her face. "That's great. Let's move. I don't want to stay here another second."
I knew exactly what she meant.
Tucking the blanket around her, I reassured her, saying, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll take good care of you."
She patted my hand and said warmly, "You've grown up and become so sensible. I believe in you."
…
The next day, I completed the discharge paperwork and started packing with Mom.
Suddenly, Alex showed up. Seeing me packing, he looked surprised. "What are you doing? Moving out?"
I said nothing more and continued packing.
Alex slammed the door on his way out, leaving behind a ringing silence and a mess of scattered items.
I let out a weary sigh and kept going.
I carefully packed Mom's essential medications and clothes, discarding whatever we could do without.
Things I once treasured now seemed like nothing more than meaningless possessions. One by one, I sorted through them and set them aside—almost as if I were also letting go of the heavy past.
The moving company arrived quickly. The two young men efficiently carried the packed boxes downstairs.
I helped Mom up and followed behind them.
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