Two years later, as I stepped out of Manhorne Airport with my suitcase in tow, I was met with a sense of familiarity in the air.
I had left Manhome alone, but after two years, I returned with Tim by my side. The research project had been completed, and the hospital gave me two months off, so I decided to return to Manhorne.
There was something I needed to finish off here- a proper farewell.
“Nina! We’re going to be late if we don’t hurry!” Tim said before taking my hand and pulling me into a jog.
Linda said that she wanted to throw me a welcome–back party. As it had been two years since I last saw my friends, I agreed. As we hurried up the building where the restaurant was, I thought I spotted a familiar silhouette, but I didn’t give it much thought.
As soon as the door to the private dining room at the restaurant flew open, confetti burst into the air.
“I didn’t hear a single word from you for two whole years! I was on the verge of calling the police!” Linda grumbled out as she threw herself at
- me.
