NATALIA
I could not stop pacing back and forth in Wesley’s living room. My feet moved across the wooden floor without rest. Every step felt heavy and my mind would not settle. We had just come back from the courthouse, and the whole day still played in my head like a bad dream that refused to end. Robert had tried everything to drag me back, but the judge had finally set me free. I should have felt happy. I should have felt relieved. But instead, my chest felt laden with worry that had nothing to do with Robert.
Wesley watched me from the couch. His eyes followed every move I made. He stood up slowly and walked over to me. He placed his hands gently on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
“Everything is fine now, Natalia,” he said in that calm voice that always tried to make me feel sa
