NADIA’S POV
The bag is already packed.
Not properly, not neatly, just things shoved in fast, like my hands were moving before I even fully decided, like some part of me already knew this was coming and didn’t bother asking for permission.
My chest feels too tight.
Every breath shallow, like I’m not getting enough air no matter how hard I try, and it’s starting to feel suffocating.
“Okay…... we’re fine,” I whisper, my voice low, unsteady, my fingers pressing against the edge of the table just to feel something solid. “We just leave, that’s it…... it’s not a big deal.”
That’s a lie, and I know it.
My stomach twists hard, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, forcing the feeling down before it spreads any further.
I grab the bag, adjusting it over my shoulder, my fingers trembling
