Lisa’s POV
An hour later… there was a knock, “ma’am”, the maid said. “There’s a car waiting for you downstairs.”
“Come in,” I said. She entered and I told her to help me with the small bag I had packed, I hadn’t packed much. Just essentials, bare minimum because the truth was… some of my things were still at my parents’ house, waiting, unresolved.
I moved downstairs carefully, the driver was the same one I know. Of course he was, a familiar face in a day that didn’t feel familiar at all.
“Good afternoon, madam,” he greeted as he stepped out to open the door for me, polite, professional and unchanged.
“Good afternoon,” I replied.
He didn’t ask questions, didn’t look at me longer than necessary. He didn’t try to fill the silence.
And somehow… I was grateful for that, I was back in a c
