The place was so peaceful. It felt liberating that no one here knew who I was. I felt free to move without restraint. I wasn’t surrounded by whispers, criticism, or pity.
There were no judgmental eyes following my every step, no people looking down on me, and no crushing expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders. No one measured my worth by what I couldn’t do.
It wasn’t long before the vehicle came to a stop in front of a large residence. I glanced up and took it in. It wasn’t as grand as the Silver Lake pack house, but somehow it felt brighter and warmer.
As soon as the car door opened, my attention was drawn to two women standing by the entrance, as though they had been expecting our arrival.
The older woman appeared to be in her fifties. She wore an elegant smile, and it was eas
