Sara
“Are you ready?” Kingsley asked gently, zipping up the final suitcase in the bedroom.
Sara stood beside the bed, carefully folding one of her last dresses.
The apartment was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of zippers and luggage being prepared. Two large suitcases and a carry-on bag waited neatly by the door ...everything she had chosen to take into her new life.
“I think I am,” Sara replied quietly, her voice carrying both nervousness and quiet excitement. “It still doesn’t feel completely real. After everything that happened… we’re actually leaving tomorrow.”
She walked over to the large window and stared out at the city lights. A complex wave of emotions washed over her ... sadness for what she had lost, relief for what she was escaping, and hope for the future waitin
