Quitting my job was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I couldn't explain precisely why I was leaving to my boss. The poor man even offered to give me a raise. I took the coward's way out and left a letter to each patient under my care, making sure to tell Macey's parents myself. They were heartbroken.
I arrived at the cafeteria looking absolutely defeated. Harlan said nothing as he gave me a Snickers bar. I think that even though he had many things to say, he was having a hard time expressing how he felt.
He finally talked as we walked toward my car.
"We're returning soon," he announced, but there was still one thing I had to do before I left Vancouver.
"How soon?" I asked, looking at the ground.
"Tomorrow. I want to avoid being here on the full moon."
"Then there is something I have to do," I said as I tossed the keys to my Kia.
"I figured," he tossed the keys back. "I brought my own car. Text me when you're done."
