She wanted nothing from that past anymore, nothing but peace, yet life hurled another sour lemon her way, whispering, surprise. How many times had she rebuilt herself from ashes, only to find the ground crumbling again beneath her feet?
All she craved was a new dawn untouched by old shadows, but life had a way of prying open closed chapters, pouring salt into wounds she’d long tried to heal. She wore scars like armor, hoping to be strong enough, but even warriors grow weary of unending battles. In the end, all she asked was for the pain to stay behind.
Estelle felt as if she had been moving in a dream. Her days were filled with the motions of work, while her nights were haunted by memories. Yet she had become an expert at concealing the turmoil within, wearing her strength like a shield.
