Lily, with anxiety in her eyes, stood at the corner of Hope Island, lightly biting her trembling fingernails with her front teeth.
This was a bad habit she picked up from mice, always wanting to bite something when she got nervous.
That place over there was the home she had revisited countless times in her dreams, just a turn away.
Over the years, Lily had wondered what kind of mood she would face when this day came.
She had speculated on various possibilities, but never imagined she would actually fear it.
As if what's over there wasn't her words, but a dark whirlpool in the depths of the sea devouring everything.
She wanted to restrain the fear, lifting her right foot encased in a small boot, intending to take the first step, but within a second, she immediately withdrew.
"What if Mom and Dad forget me?"
"What if they recognize me as a deceitful devil?"
"What if they met with an accident after I left?"
The more she thought, the more chaotic Lily's mind became.
