On that night, after I threw the divorce papers at Damien, I left to live in a place north to the city.
Before leaving, I entrusted a lawyer to help me complete the subsequent divorce proceedings.
As for everything in that city, I didn't want to have any connection with it for the rest of my life.
I left thoroughly, changing all my contact information after departure.
As if I had vanished into thin air.
After resting for a few days, I decided to work at a nursing home.
My job was simple: chatting with the elderly residents every day.
I performed basic health checks for them and assisted the medical staff with auxiliary tasks.
Such days were plain yet fulfilling.
In the blink of an eye, I had been working at the nursing home for over half a year.
Every day here, I lived happily.
Some of the elderly residents I had grown close to, seeing how young I was, even enthusiastically tried to set me up on dates.
However, I politely declined all of them.