The ride back to my house was quiet.
The city passed by outside the window, familiar streets blurring together, and for the first time since yesterday, I felt like I was breathing air that belonged to me.
We finally reached my house.
I walked inside. My life before Zander. The silence inside these walls felt different from the silence in his mansion. I didn’t waste time.
I moved straight to what mattered.
My laptop came first. I slid it carefully into my bag, fingers lingering on the smooth surface for half a second longer than necessary. That machine held more of me than most people ever had. Next were my books. I didn't grab many. Just the ones I’d reach for without thinking.
Clothes were last. I packed all the necessities.
When I walked back out, Luca was already standing by the
