Luana's POV
I woke up with a pounding headache and a strange sense of emptiness.
It wasn't just physical exhaustion.
It felt as though my soul was exhausted too.
I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the chaos inside me after my last therapy session.
My therapist's words echoed through my mind like a mantra.
Make a list. Acknowledge it. Allow yourself to feel it.
I picked up the notebook she'd told me to keep and started writing.
Memory after memory.
Detail after detail.
It wasn't easy.
Every line I filled in felt like reopening a wound I'd spent years hiding behind smiles, sarcasm, and work.
Every word stripped away another layer of the armor I'd built around myself.
But I kept writing.
I needed to.
For the first time in a very long time, I didn't want
