Lisa's POV
I had just finished folding the last of my blouses into neat little squares when I stepped back to admire the order inside my wardrobe. Finally, everything was in place—no stray sleeves hanging out, no shoes mismatched. For once, my room felt like mine, a small corner of peace in a house that was always buzzing with footsteps and orders.
I was about to sit on the bed and take a breath when the door opened without warning.
“Lisa,” Calla’s voice carried in, brisk as ever, and she stepped inside without hesitation. “Start packing.”
I blinked at her. “Packing? For what? I just arranged all of this.” My eyes darted from her face to the wardrobe I’d just spent the better part of the morning organizing. “What’s going on?”
She moved further into the room, glancing around like she w
