Falling Tide, Final Goodbye

Summary

The night before graduation, I finished tutoring early and dragged my suitcase to the station.

Lucia and I had promised our first trip would be to the ocean. That ticket cost three months of grueling essay drills with elementary students.

But the kiosk did not print my ticket. Instead, a text confirmed it had been refunded.

When I called Lucia, it went straight to voicemail.

Minutes later, I saw her at the far end of the waiting hall. She wore the white sundress I had bought her, crouching to adjust Paul’s jeans.