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"Eaten by a dog?"
Jane Sampson cradled her mobile phone while lying in the bed and chuckled softly.
But this feeling wasn't too bad either.
In that particular city, having someone waiting for her to come home, and having no one waiting—those were two different feelings for her.
Before, when no one cared, Jane Sampson felt that the city was no more than a place to land her feet.
Home was merely a temporary shelter.
She never felt a sense of belonging to the city she grew up in, nor had strong emotions towards it.
Yet now, it seemed to have changed.
The person who never used to enquire about her affairs had started to not want her to leave that city, and to look forward to her return.
That place called "home," in her heart, was no longer just a place to land her feet—it suddenly became a home.
