The Underboss Voted No So I Chose A New Life Chapter 37
“Why would you ask that?”
“You’ve been really busy lately. I was worried maybe what you actually want is to sleep at home for two days, and you just feel bad saying it.”
“What if I don’t go?”
“I’ll go by myself. Or cancel, too.”
“You wouldn’t be mad?”
“I’d be disappointed.”
He thought for a second.
“But disappointment is my problem. The decision is yours.”
I slipped my ticket into my wallet.
“Then let’s go.”
The next morning, we met at the station.
Cameron didn’t take my luggage from me. He only asked if I wanted help when we reached the stairs.
I handed him the lighter bag.
“You can take this one.”
Before the train pulled in, I got a system email.
All the post-sale paperwork for the New York apartment had been officially archived, and the realtor’s shared folder would be closing soon.
I opened the final settlement statement.
Down payment, renovations, sale proceeds—every item had already been cleanly divided.
At the very bottom were two electronic signatures.
Hadrian Bellini.
Mireille Greco.
Side by side, yet complete on their own.
I downloaded the file and exited the shared page.
The system asked if I wanted to keep access.
I selected no.
The folder closed, and the screen immediately switched to the boarding notification for our train.
Cameron glanced toward the platform.
“We should go.”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t reach for my ticket.
At the gate, we scanned our own QR codes.
Inside the carriage, our seats were next to each other.
Window or aisle, he let me choose first.
“Window.”
“Okay.”
As the train pulled out of Austin, sunlight was just beginning to fall across the rails.
I opened my planner and wrote the date on the back of the new ticket.
Cameron asked, “What are you writing this time?”
I thought for a moment.
“First real vacation.”
“You’re not writing who you’re with?”
“He’s sitting right next to me. I don’t need to.”
He laughed softly and didn’t ask about the future.
Outside the window, the platform slowly receded into the distance.
I hadn’t brought the tin box, and I wasn’t carrying a single old ticket, waiting for someone to make good on it.
That road was finished.
The new destination was ahead.
This time, no one needed to vote.
Where I go, who I travel with, and when I come back are all decisions I make for myself.
The End