It was Roland.

Surprised, Isabel answered the phone immediately and asked, “Where are you?”

“I’m in Southboro,” Roland answered with a hoarse voice, seemingly hesitating with the answer.

Isabel’s chest tightened. “When did you go back?”

“I reached Southboro yesterday morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He did not say a word.

Isabel ran out of patience. She asked, “Why did you go back to Southboro?”

The man still did not answer.

Isabel glanced at the screen of her phone. The call was still connected, Roland did not hang up on her.

She snorted. “Is it because of my dad?”

“It’s not about Mr. Carter, it’s my own decision,” he said.

His own decision?

say something like this to her

to rub her eyes and then asked, “So, are you breaking up with

we have to

a while? What does that mean?”

tell

don’t tell me, you’re breaking up with me.”

no. I’m not…”

A week? Two weeks? A month? Two months?

a momentary silence, “I don’t know, but

have to wait for you if you leave for one year, two years, or even five

take that

if it’s that

it really takes me that long and I still haven’t

again like a giant hand clenched onto

burst out of her eyes. She raised her voice and scolded, “Roland, you jerk! I’ll forget

after she yelled on the

blacklisted his number and blocked all his texts.

Roland completely, her phone screen was covered with her

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