I turned to look out the window. Raindrops blurred Liam’s silhouette, and I couldn’t see the road ahead clearly either.
I took a sip of water, trying to wash down the bitterness in my mouth, and softly explained, “I wanted to come earlier. But in June, my mom passed away. I’m the only one at home, so I couldn’t leave. In July, I had to undergo chemotherapy, so no time then either. One delay after another, and here I am now.”
When I finished speaking, the driver fell completely silent. After a long moment, he quietly reached over and paused the meter.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sir, no need to treat me like that. Life and death have their own timing. I’ve already made peace with it. We’ve got a long ride ahead. Let’s talk.”
Ever since I got sick, people had always looked at me with pity that I fell ill so young, that I didn't even have someone to take care of me.
But honestly, I stopped caring a long time ago. Back when I divorced Liam, I finally understood that life was what it was. Good or bad, you still had to live it. You didn't always get to choose.
The driver let out two dry laughs and nodded awkwardly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked carefully, “So, why did you and your ex-husband divorce?”
Sierra's POV
“It looked like he still has feelings for you,” the driver said. “With the way things are for you now, having someone around to take care of you might not be a bad thing.”
I gave a small laugh and replied softly, “There wasn’t any dramatic reason. He just cheated on me with my best friend.”
This year marks twenty years since I first met Liam. For twenty years, our small hometown hadn’t changed, but the people had.
I still remember that year clearly. My parents had just moved us from North America to the city. Right after I stepped off the bus, I brushed shoulders with Liam as he walked by.
We were teenagers then—young, bright, and full of possibilities. In that brief moment, when our shoulders bumped, something sparked in my heart.
The town was small, so it didn’t take long before we fell for each other. We spent the most carefree, beautiful years of our youth together.
Later, trouble hit his family. They had no money left, and he couldn’t afford school anymore. Before he left, he gave me an oil painting and told me he was heading south to work.