*Ashley*
I step into my penthouse, the door clicking shut behind me. The silence hits me like a wave, swallowing the remnants of the night. I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me as I kick off my heels and toss my purse onto the kitchen counter. The familiar scent of my home envelops me, but it’s not comforting tonight.
Without thinking, I head to my bedroom. I need to move quickly, decisively. I can’t let myself dwell on the hurt… actually I refuse to be hurt. I pull open my closet and start grabbing clothes. My hands move on autopilot, throwing tops, jeans, and dresses into a suitcase. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but deep down, I know it’s what I need.
I feel both determination, so e worry and just plain relief as I pack. Each item I fold and place inside the suitcase feels
