chapter one hundred and fifty-three

Justin's POV

"Justin," Sara, Ingrid's niece, comes running to hug me as soon as I walk through the door.

"No one can hold her back," Ingrid comments, smiling faintly, a somewhat sad smile.

"Sara, it seems like you've grown in a few days. Wow!" I joke, looking at her.

"I've been jumping around. Do you want to see the drawing I made?" she asks excitedly.

"Of course!"

"I'll get it for you," she says and heads towards the room.

"I told you not to come to say goodbye, Justin!" Ingrid says sharply.

"I didn't come."

"So, does that mean you're not leaving anymore?" she asks ironically.

"It means I'm not going alone."

She shakes her head.

"You walk into my damn life and make me like you, make me have hope, and then you just say you have to leave. Now you come here insinuating that you want me to go with you? Just to hear that I can't go and you can go on with your life without guilt?"

"No, Ingrid, it's not like that," I stand up and walk to her.

"Then what is it?"

"I want you to come with me,