Lena's POVI finally finished cooking, the aroma of the beef stew filling my penthouse. It smelled like home, like comfort, like a fresh start. I poured myself a bowl, grabbed my plate of rice, a spoon, and settled on the couch. I put on a familiar reality show, something light and funny that wouldn't require too much brainpower, and just enjoyed my meal.The stew was delicious, exactly what I needed. It warmed me from the inside out, nourishing my body and soul. For the first time since leaving Italy, I felt a flicker of hope, a sense of control over my life. This was going to be my new normal, and I would do my best to keep it. Routine, healthy habits, and a focus on my baby. That was the plan.The next morning, I woke up early, the sky still a soft, pre-dawn gray. It was 5:20, and I decided to go for a walk, if not a jog, at least. I didn't feel nice at all. My body was sluggish, my mind foggy, and the lingering anxiety was a constant companion. I needed to move, to clear my hea
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