*First Person's Perspective*
~Enise~
I dragged my suitcases across the bedroom floor, the wheels scraping against the marble tiles as I hastily packed everything I thought I’d need for the foreseeable future. Clothes, toiletries, some personal items—anything to make myself feel like I wasn’t completely abandoning everything. In my mind, it was just a temporary escape. A break, really. I needed distance. Time away from the house, from Lucas, from Miracle—especially from Miracle.
The sound of the suitcases bumping against the doorframe was the only thing that broke the eerie silence of the room. I had no desire to talk, no words left to explain why I needed to go. My heart felt too heavy to even try. I’d failed. That much was clear. I’d tried everything I could to be there for Miracle, to
