Amara sat quietly on the floor of her room, a small, open suitcase beside her. The late afternoon light poured through the curtains, casting golden shadows on the floor. Her hands moved slowly, folding a sweater she hadn’t worn in weeks. This wasn’t the kind of packing one does before a long journey, just a simple gathering of things she wouldn't need for the remaining days.
She paused, a pair of socks in her hands, and stared at the wall. Every sound in the mansion seemed distant. She had been trying to keep herself busy, not think too much. But with each item she placed in the suitcase, the heaviness in her chest grew.
The soft knock on her door startled her.
Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and a small head peeked inside. It was Sera.
"Miss Amara? What are you doing?
