JELENA
“I guess you can handle things from here. The cleaning lady, Mrs. Rachel, will be here later, so you can just set aside anything you won't be needing for her to clean up,” Elena says.
“Okay,” I murmur.
She gives me one last glance before stepping outside and the soft click of the door echoes through the office, leaving me alone in a silence that feels strangely familiar.
I stand still for a long moment.
This room was once my world.
People never truly understand the worth of something until it is gone, you don't realize how much a place, a routine, or even an ordinary object means until you're forced to live without it. Only then do you understand the struggles hidden inside everyday life.
If I had known...
Maybe I would have cherished this place more, I would have made diffe
