The shower had been quick but refreshing.
By the time she stepped out, she felt entirely herself again—sharp, calm, composed.
Her hair was styled to perfection, her makeup flawless and bold, her designer heels clicking confidently against the floor as she headed downstairs.
She didn’t rush.
She didn’t sneak.
She walked through the compound like she belonged—because she did.
The kitchen was quiet, but she knew eyes followed her every step.
She could feel them watching, whispering behind their cups, exchanging glances—but none of the women dared approach her.
Good.
She liked it that way.
She moved with ease, opening cabinets and filling the kettle, making her tea as if she were the only one in the room.
And in a way, she was.
Her energy filled every corner—unapologetic, unwaverin
