---- Try to visit us whenever you can." My fingers tightened around the debit card without knowing it as I bowed my head. "Thank you." He nodded in turn. "I'll be sending more money from time to time. It's fine if you don't like it here, but you're always our son-you can return whenever." I turned, resolved not to respond to the concern that came all too late. "Do you need a ride?" He asked. I shook my head. At this point, I understand that the wounds in my heart wouldn't ever heal as long as I stayed in this house or near Stella. Ihad to let go of the past and start anew. My father had to let me leave too, as he understood what happened drove us apart, and making me stay would only make me hate them. And I couldn't care less about how Stella would react ---- either.