Julie:
The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache. The events from the previous day replayed in my mind, intensifying the pain. Determined to move forward, I got up, took a deep breath, and faced the day.
After a quick shower, I noticed the boxes scattered across my room, a stark reminder of my impending move to Texas. I pushed through the motions, finishing the last-minute packing. Mary had texted me that Angel’s stuff was ready, and the moving truck appointment was confirmed.
I felt a mix of relief and anxiety—leaving this place behind was my chance for a fresh start, but the emotional scars lingered. Despite my physical pain and emotional turmoil, I had a plan. Today was the day I’d report my missing wallet at the bank.
As I headed to the bank, my thoughts raced. I needed to sever any ties that could connect me to this past life. After explaining the situation to the bank, they assured me they’d handle the necessary transfers and precautions.