Nyxa~
I woke up the next morning and got ready for my trip.
Packing my bags should have felt harder than this, but it didn’t. I stood in the middle of the hotel room for a moment, looking at the open suitcase on the bed, and all I felt was a strange kind of calm. Not peace exactly, but something close enough if I was beginning to compare through all the years of hell I went through.
After everything that had happened, I thought leaving would come with some hesitation, maybe even nagging doubt, but there wasn’t any.
Besides, what was there to hold on to? The marriage was already over, the house never truly felt like mine, and the people I thought were family had made it clear where I stood.
There was nothing left for me there.
I walked over to the bed and continued packing, folding
