To Pay Off the Debts of My Poor Wife, My Mother Hanged Herself

: Moving On

5.

The phone kept ringing,

I watched the name "Isla Sullivan" flash on the screen repeatedly, but I never pressed the answer button,

On the screen were her tirelessly sent text messages over and over,

Panicked, she asked about the whereabouts of my mother,

Asked where she had gone, and where I had gone, and why I never answered the phone,

I looked at the content of the messages, my fingers trembled slightly, and my heart was mixed with feelings,

She finally remembered to care about me and my mother, but to me, all of this no longer mattered.

I looked at the flashing name on the phone screen, and finally turned it off.

I had already resigned for a while,

In these days, I cut off all contact with the outside world, all sounds,

Hid myself in a corner of this city,

Since my mother's death, I haven't rested for a long time, I feel so tired, my eyelids heavy, only wanting to sleep.

I tried to clear my thoughts, to find a way to start again,

But reality, like a tightly woven net