My Father Texted Me One Sentence, So I Left The Country

Nashville, answering emails between meetings while counting the days until my move to Toronto. Every overtime shift, every weekend freelance project, every vacation I had postponed had been for one purpose.

Freedom.

The money in my savings account wasn’t extra cash.

It was my escape.

Just after lunch, my phone lit up with my sister Haley’s name.

I answered,continue reading …