As I settled into the plush comfort of Eleanor’s living room, the events of the evening slowly began to fade from immediate pain to a distant, bitter memory. Here, surrounded by the soft hum of classical music and the crackling of a cozy fire, I felt a sense of peace begin to take root.
Eleanor sat across from me, her gaze steady and sure. “We’ll deal with everything tomorrow, Emma.
For now, just rest.”
And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I truly could.
I was safe, and whatever came next, I knew I had the strength to face it.
