Cassienne unpacked her clothes, placing them neatly in the wardrobe, when her phone began to ring. The sound echoed from somewhere inside her handbag, but she didn’t rush to get it. Her body felt heavy and worn out. All she wanted was to finish arranging her things and finally rest. She had rented this condo a year ago, back when she first thought of leaving Dreston. She had even paid the rent in full. Back then, she had packed half of her belongings, convinced she would walk out of the Tremont mansion and never return. But she didn’t. She stayed. She continued to endure everything. Still, something had pushed her to keep the tenancy. Maybe instinct, or maybe the distant hope that one day she would need this place. And now, here she was, beginning again. The phone eventually stopped ringing, and silence settled back into the room. After a few more minutes, she was finally done unpacking. She pulled out her laptop and set it on the new work desk she had bought earlier. She placed i
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