Wynter’s POV
I have taken a seat in the hard plastic chairs in front of the ticket desk, my fingers clasped around the small stub that I purchased an hour ago. My bus still isn’t due for another two hours, so I have settled in for the long wait.
I literally have a change of clothes, my laptop with my coursework saved. and the few dollars I had in a drawer in my room, which are now tucked into the back of my wallet, inside the rucksack beside my feet, everything else is still in my room at Hali’s house, the blonde promised to pack everything up and ship it to me when I was ready.
I’m glad that she didn’t try to talk me out of this, I need to go, get out of Maine. Seeing Grace sick, then seeing Connor? I have realised that I will never truly be able to let them go. Being near them but not
