The cab ride from the airport to Brooklyn felt longer than it should have. Katherine sat by the window, staring out blankly as familiar streets blurred past. She hadn’t been back here in years. Not since her life changed. Not since she became Mrs. Kingsley Rowe. And now, not since she stopped being her.
The city looked the same, but everything inside her had shifted. She didn’t feel like herself. Or maybe she was starting to feel like herself again, for the first time in a very long time.
The cab pulled up in front of her aunt’s brownstone, a modest two-story building tucked in a quieter part of the borough. She paid the driver, stepped out with her single suitcase, and stood for a moment on the sidewalk, inhaling the smell of city concrete, bagels, and distant exhaust. Brooklyn. Home.
