Charlotte finished zipping her suitcase shut and exhaled slowly, taking one last glance around the room.
The space that had once been her sanctuary now felt suffocating, filled with memories she desperately wanted to erase.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the handle and stepped out into the living room. But the moment her eyes landed on Lena, her expression hardened.
Lena sat uncomfortably on the couch, biting her fingers...her nervous habit, and her presence alone felt like an insult.
Charlotte had no intention of acknowledging her. So, she simply walked past, her eyes fixed on the door, determined to leave.
But then, Lena shot up from the couch, blocking her path.
"So, you're leaving?" Lena's voice was soft, uncertain.
Charlotte didn't answer as she reached for the door handle. She didn't want to talk. Not to Lena, not to anyone.
"That's it? That's all you're going to do? Run away?" Lena took a step closer, her tone shifting.
