The officers nodded, assuring me they would handle it. I walked out of the station, feeling both hollow and determined.
Later that evening, as I was at the airport preparing to board my flight, my phone rang. It was Oliver.
“Where are you?” he asked, his voice frantic.
I held the phone to my ear, my expression calm despite the storm inside me. “I’m going somewhere you’ll never find me,” I said, my tone flat and final.
Before he could respond, I hung up and blocked his number.
I boarded the plane with no intention of ever looking back.
