Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 55

At 7 p.m., Silvia’s flight touched down smoothly in the capital.

After collecting her suitcase from the carousel, she followed Finn’s instructions and headed for Exit A.

It had been three years since she last set foot in the capital, and the airport had changed again. Silvia wandered for a while before she finally spotted her destination.

She sighed quietly to herself. From now on, she probably wouldn’t leave the capital so easily again.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice called out from behind her.

“Silvia, welcome home.”

She turned to see Finn standing there, and a wave of emotion prickled at her nose.

Even though she hadn’t returned home until she was fifteen, her family had always been good to her.

She realized now—these past three years, she’d made a mistake.

Finn was dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, looking especially fresh and relaxed. With a warm smile, he pulled Silvia into a hug. After a moment, he let her go and took her suitcase from her hand.

“This time, don’t run off again, all right?” Finn said gently. “Mom and Dad have been worried sick about you.”

Silvia felt a rush of warmth in her chest. She nodded, her bright eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Everything that happened in Luminova City—she would leave it all behind, starting today.

She followed Finn to the car, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Curiosity flickered in her gaze as she glanced at her brother. “So, who exactly am I supposed to marry?”

Finn grinned, teasing, “Relax. He’s a good-looking guy. Honestly, I’d say he’s even more handsome than your Shipley.”

He knew young women cared about appearances, so he played along.

Silvia shot him a look. “Which family is he from?”

But now, she’d gone and vanished on him.

Sometimes, Silvia could be impossibly difficult.

A server, noticing he’d been sitting there for a long while, approached with a pot of tea. “Would you like a fresh pot of tea, sir? You’ve been here for some time.”

Shipley barely looked up. “Sure, go ahead.”

He fiddled with his phone again, fingers tapping out a message—then deleting it, unsent, over and over.

For no reason at all, a wave of panic washed over him, anxiety tightening in his chest. It felt like something important was slipping out of his grasp.

He waited a little longer. By now, night had settled completely over the city. Shipley drew a deep breath and finally hit the call button.

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”