Hannah's POV
I'm uncertain if my choice is correct, but it promises to inject life into my stagnant existence. Here I am, ensconced within the familiar embrace of my bedroom, suffused with an inexplicable sense of nostalgia. For the first time in six years, I feel a semblance of normalcy, a connection with my parents, a taste of freedom. Perhaps this is the respite I've been yearning for, a fleeting moment of tranquility amidst the chaos.
Reclining on the velvety mattress, I exhale deeply, fingers intertwined beneath my breasts, my gaze fixated on the ornate peacock adorning the ceiling. In this moment, the relentless urge to hunt or seek out my father fades into oblivion; instead, I am engulfed by a profound sense of peace. Closing my eyes, I inhale the tangy scent of citrus, surrenderi
