Georgiana stepped into her new bedroom, the faint smell of fresh paint lingering in the air. It was a small room, yet it felt vast and empty without the warmth of familiar faces. She paused for a moment, taking in the blank walls and the unmade bed. With a sigh, she rolled up her sleeves, determined to bring some order to the chaos.
She tidied up the sheets, smoothing out the wrinkles, and fluffed the pillows until they sat just right. As she worked, she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail, the strands falling loosely around her face. It was a small comfort, a reminder of the routine she once had.
Finally, after she had made the bed as inviting as possible, Georgiana sat on the edge, staring at the untouched space. Her heart felt heavy with a mix of frustration and fear. The silen
