Cynthia POV
After the grueling process of quitting my job, I returned to Blair's house, the place I'd called home the past couple of weeks. The decision to leave wasn't easy, but it was necessary.
Blair was there, waiting with a concerned and caring expression, as I packed up my meager belongings. I wasn't one to accumulate much—just a few clothes, some personal items, and memories that could fit neatly into a single suitcase.
Blair hovered nearby, her eyes filled with worry.
“Are you sure about this, Cynthia?" Blair asked, her voice laced with concern as I zipped up my suitcase. “Moving into his house…it's a big step."
I knew she meant well. Blair had been like a sister to me, always looking out for me, especially during the rough patches. But she didn't fully understand the situat
