The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 156

Early morning veiled the Foster Estate in a delicate mist.

The June pomegranate blossoms were in full bloom, their vibrant red petals heavy with dew, catching fractured glints of the rising sun. A few sparrows hopped between the branches, their cheerful chirping making the secluded grounds feel all the more peaceful.

Inside the master bedroom, Garrison crouched on the floor, shoving a heavy-duty parka into his suitcase.

The door swung open.

Rosemary stood in the doorway, draped in an emerald silk robe, her hair impeccably styled. Her eyes darted from the overstuffed suitcase to a brand-new pair of snow goggles resting on the bed.

"Where are you going?"

Garrison straightened up and met her gaze.

"A business trip," he replied evenly. "It'll be a month or two."

Rosemary didn't say a word. She stepped into the room, walked up to the suitcase, and peered down. Down jackets, snow goggles, thermal gloves, high-altitude climbing boots—none of this was standard corporate travel gear.

She looked up at her son.

"You're going to Antarctica." It wasn't a question.

Garrison didn't deny it.

"To find her?" Rosemary's voice turned icy. "Garrison, do you need a reminder that you two are divorced?"

Her?

Garrison's jaw tightened. She had a name, yet he couldn't remember a single instance where his mother had actually used it.

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