My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0195

Mary woke up in that hotel room where, just the night before, she had cried tears of pain. A grumble from her stomach reminded her that her little one was hungry. She got up, freshened up, and went downstairs to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant. After eating, she left the hotel. She had rested enough and needed to think clearly about her next steps.

She knew these streets well. Even though five years had passed, she still remembered the times she and her friend Regina had skipped school to wander around the city. The consequences were steep- detention or worse–but it was always worth it. Once again, she silently thanked Regina for teaching her how to navigate the subway and buses. Being a rich girl hadn’t helped her much, especially now that she had nothing and no one.

As she rode the subway, her thoughts drifted to Peter. By now, whatever was left of him must have been buried where his family had decided. She took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. That final day, she had stayed locked away, listening to the insults and shouting outside. She’d always thought Maximus was cruel and heartless, at least with her, but she hadn’t realized he was also so stubborn. He couldn’t even honor Peter’s last wish. Peter had been his brother. She had never had siblings, but if she had, she would’ve done whatever they asked, even if it went against her own wishes. After all, it would be the last thing she could do for them.

Mary was on the line heading toward the subway station. Once she got off, she walked to the cemetery. Today, she felt like visiting her grandmother and mother. Being there felt a little like being with Peter. She needed a place like that to think. There was so much she wanted to tell her grandmother. After her visit, she would decide what path to take. For now, she just needed to talk to someone. She thought. about Regina but feared someone might be following her. She considered that someone might the cemetery, but it seemed unlikely. No one knew where her family was buried–she’d never told

anyone.

come to

reached the Preston family mausoleum. It was locked, so she simply sat on the ground. Hugging the bag that

Grandma, hi,

I’m going to manage. I’m alone. My baby is from a man who never loved me, and the one man who really made me feel love and affection is gone. I’m sure you’ve already met him. He’s a wonderful guy–don’t make things hard for him up

at home, but I know he’ll understand. I couldn’t do anything else. Right now, the

decisions. It’s not just me anymore. I’m not a child. I’m a woman, and I have to be strong. Dad never let me make

I don’t want to falter. I’ve been through so much already. I’m scared because, whether it was here or back home, I’ve never been able to