THIRD PERSON’S POV
The silence after Celine’s footsteps faded was suffocating.
Her father stood rooted in the middle of the hall, his face pale, his jaw locked tight. He had seen his daughter angry before, defiant at times, but this—this was different. This was Celine tearing herself free, leaving behind not just her family, but her entire life. And she hadn’t looked back.
“She…” His voice caught, the words strangled in his throat. He tried again, but disbelief weighed down every syllable. “She really left. She had the guts to walk away from us. From me.”
His wife sank to her knees on the cold wooden floor, her hands trembling as she clutched at her apron. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs raw and loud in the suffocating silence of the packhouse. “How could she do this?” she cried
