In the end, after making a mental note to write back to my sister with my contact details the next time, I put away the large box and letter and laid down on my bed.
I made the final summaries to my cumulative thoughts of the day. Partially, I had an obvious sense of relief from the letter. It felt like a heavy chest had been lifted off my shoulders.
Adrianne and my family weren't mad, and we're even more worried.
But considering the truth about everything and what I had done, I also had mixed and slightly complicated feelings.
Did I truly deserve such warmth and comfort from these people?
When I thought that, I immediately concluded it was a depressing process.
For that moment, I shook the thought out of my heart. In the end, my mind only ever kept returning back to my uncertain state and standing in the academy.
