Theresa.
The forty-eight hours went by in a smooth, quiet blur. Between deep, uninterrupted sleep, light meals prepared by the estate's private chef, and peaceful walks through the sunlit courtyard garden with Nora at my side, my body had healed remarkably fast. The poison was entirely out of my system, my breath came easily, and the physical weakness that had once made me feel so small was completely gone.
When morning arrived, there was no hesitation in my step. I dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, pulled my hair back into a sleek, low chignon, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The hollow, fragile woman who had collapsed on the floor weeks ago was gone. In her place stood someone grounded, calm, and ready to close this chapter forever.
