Serah Vale had learned a long time ago that staying in one place for too long was dangerous.
The lesson had cost her everything.
She stared out the bus window as the small town came into view. The streets were quiet. The buildings looked old but well cared for. Tall trees surrounded the town, their leaves dancing gently in the afternoon breeze.
It looked peaceful.
Normal.
Exactly the kind of place she wanted.
Exactly the kind of place she knew she probably wouldn’t get to keep.
The bus slowed before finally stopping at the station.
Serah released a quiet breath and stood. Her backpack hung from one shoulder while her single suitcase rolled behind her.
This was her fifth town in three years.
Five different names.
Five different apartments.
Five different attempts at starting ove
