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.