Journey to good life
The next morning broke with a strange kind of silence. It wasn’t the gentle quiet that came with dawn in the city, when birds sang faintly and life began to hum awake. No, this silence was heavy, like a cloud pressed down on the apartment, smothering the air.
Tessa sat at the edge of the bed, her suitcase half packed in front of her. She hadn’t even realized she’d been folding the same blouse over and over for the past fifteen minutes. Her hands moved mechanically, but her eyes were far away, swollen from tears that had not stopped since yesterday.
Ayisha, on the other hand, was moving with purpose. She zipped one suitcase, dragged another closer, opened drawers, and shoved clothes into them without a second thought. Her energy filled the room, brisk and determined
