ELARA
As I pulled up in front of the gates of the house I once called home, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. The engine hummed softly, filling the heavy silence inside the car as I sat there, unmoving.
My eyes fixed on the gate, my mind drowning in emotions—pain, anger, exhaustion.
A shadow moved in my peripheral vision, snapping me out of my thoughts. One of the security guards approached cautiously, his silhouette outlined by the dim glow of the streetlights. He tapped on the window, his expression unreadable, clearly assessing whether to be on high alert.
With a deep breath, I rolled the window down, and the moment my face came into view, his stance changed. Recognition flashed across his features, and he immediately took a step back, lowering his he
