Don't Get Nervous, Carlisle

Ding-ring- Ding-ring-

[The train is arriving shortly!]

Cold winter air entered and left her lungs. Yet for some reason, it felt refreshing, and she felt like smiling.

The station was crowded with people hurrying about.

Each person held a large suitcase in their hands.

-Ah, Grandma. I’m about to get off.

-See you soon, Father.

People chatted on the phone with broad smiles, while families moved along holding their children’s hands.

Amid the excited year-end atmosphere, Vita was also walking along while holding someone’s hand.

She had always gone to the main house alone around this time of year, but this time was different...