ZELDA
After leaving James at the hospital, I found myself still wound up with tension. The hospital scene replayed in my mind, Susan clinging to James, her endless dramatics, everything had left me both drained and restless.
I needed an escape.
With nowhere else to go, I decided to visit the fashion design school of my mentor. Since my marriage to James, I had often found myself bored or alone, and my mentor was kind enough to let me attend her classes, sometimes even helping out with a few of them. It was a small haven I could retreat to, where I could lose myself in creativity and forget, if only for a few hours.
After helping her with the day’s class, I stayed back, working on a few designs and projects that had been sitting idle. The quiet of the room began to calm me, th
