The woman’ across my room

The Woman Across My Room Chapter 1 When I finally left my family’s house, I thought I had escaped the pain. I rented a small room in a place where nobody knew my story. For the first time, I thought maybe I could start over. Maybe I could finally breathe. Maybe this new chapter of my life would be different. Then I met the woman who lived across from my room. She was married to an herbalist. At first, she seemed like the kindest person I had ever met. She welcomed me warmly. She spoke to me like a younger sister. Whenever she saw me, she would smile and ask how I was doing. Sometimes, she would invite me over. Sometimes, we would sit and talk. And because I had spent so much of my life feeling alone, her kindness meant a lot to me. Slowly, I began to trust her. I started seeing her as someone I could depend on. Someone I could talk to. Someone who genuinely cared about me. I never imagined that the woman I was beginning to trust would eventually become part of another painful chapter of my life. At the time, I didn’t see the warning signs. I only saw kindness. I only saw someone who seemed to understand me. And I thought to myself, “Maybe God has finally sent me someone I can call family.” I had no idea what was coming. Because sometimes, the people who enter your life with the biggest smiles can be carrying secrets you know nothing about. And the woman across my room… was about to teach me a lesson I would never forget. To be continued…