That meant my Visa was null and void.
That meant I couldn’t live in the UK.
There was only one thing to do.
Only one decision to make.
And it broke my heart.
Shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
I only hoped Lucas would understand.
“HIYA, LOVE,” LUCASsaid when he answered the phone.
I was back at home after going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I knew I needed to call Lucas and tell him about my decision.
I was dreading it.
I didn’t know what he’d say.
I loved him. He loved me.
But was it enough to survive living an ocean apart?
Loving a famous soccer player was hard enough. Doing it long distance seemed downright impossible.
“What’s with all the noise?” I asked. I could hear people talking in the background.
“I just finished morning training. I’m in the dressing room. Give me a second, I’ll go outside.”
I heard muffled voices and after a few seconds Lucas was back. “Okay, now that I have some privacy, how’s your mum?”
“Not so good actually. That’s actually why I was calling.”
“What’s going on, Morgan?”
“She had a massive heart attack and then bypass surgery. It’s going to be a slow recovery. She’s in the hospital another week and then she’ll need someone with her round the clock for another eight weeks. I called my job to see about time off and my boss told me that they cut my program. So I quit my job.” I laughed a little maniacally. “I quit my job today and now I have no money. And in home care costs more than I can afford with my meager savings.”
“Slow down, Morgan. You’re giving me whiplash. First thing, you quit your job?”
“Mr. Richardson told me he would encourage me finding employment on this side of the pond. Can you believe that?”
“What a prat. I’m sorry, love.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter, I can’t leave Mom in the state she’s in.”
There was a deafening silence. I could still hear voices on the other end but Lucas wasn’t saying anything.
“Lucas? You still there?”
“I’m here. So what you’re saying is that you’re staying there. With your mum.” His voice had gone strange. Almost hard.
“I guess that is what I’m saying,” I said softly. “I can’t leave her. Not now.”
“Can’t you hire an in-home care giver?” Lucas asked.
“I told you, they’re expensive. I can’t afford it.” I was starting to get pissed off. Was he not listening to me? Where was his understanding? His sensitivity? I called him needing his support.
