Chapter 58. Goodbyes

By the time the sun rays invaded her cottage the following morning, Ayana was staring at her packed luggage, which did not consist of much. She just packed her and her daughter’s clothes and shoes and some of her paintings that fit in a box. She didn’t know her destination, so the less luggage there was, the less tiresome their journey to nowhere would be.

She was still staring at the rest of the belongings that she was leaving behind—to be precise, her paintings. They were the second part of her soul. She would have loved to take them, but she knew better than herself. She figured out that she might need to carry Lyana at some point in their journey, so overloading herself was a bad idea.

“I will have to leave you behind, and I am sorry. I can’t promise that we will ever unite,” she said faintly, a tear dropping as she bid goodbye to the painting. “I will leave you here, not as part of the bitter memories that I am leaving behind, but because I have no way of carrying y