Lucy’s POV
The taxi arrived not long after, its engine rumbling softly as the morning breeze brushed across our faces. We climbed in, the three of us quiet for a while, watching as the familiar outlines of Parly — the little hidden village that had sheltered our transformation — faded behind us. When the driver turned onto the long road leading to the train terminal, a wave of anticipation rippled through me.
This time, there was no fear, only excitement. We were leaving not as broken souls seeking answers, but as women who had found them — renewed, awakened, whole.
As the train sped across the landscape, my mind wandered to the messages that had flooded my phone. One in particular had kept replaying in my thoughts — Kenneth’s. He had written that he thought I had died, or vanished with
