Chapter 8
A week later, I was ready to leave again after packing up.
Asher tugged at the corner of my shirt, reluctant to part with me. “Can’t you stay here longer, Mommy? I don’t want you to leave.”
I crouched down and gently cupped his face. “I love you, Ash, but I have my own dreams, too. Won’t you support me?”
Asher bit on his lip with tears in his eyes. “I’m Mommy’s good boy–I’ll support you.”
I nodded, gathering him into my arms.
Winston stood by the door, his car keys in his hand. “I’ll send you to the airport.”
I shook my head and smiled. “No need. I can call a taxi myself.”
Winston fell silent for a moment. He then said, “No matter where you go, darling, I’ll always wait for you.”
I glanced at him, feeling a surge of warmth inside me. “Thank you, Winston.”
I grabbed my suitcase and walked away. I knew that a bright future was waiting for me ahead.
