POV: IsabellaStaring into the fractured glass inside Thomas’s small home, I hardly knew who looked back. Hair clung flat against my face, cheeks stained from crying, every breath heavy with everything that happened. Not long ago, Victor’s polished halls surrounded me; now, quiet simplicity held space instead. This place felt different - humble, still, nothing pretending to be more than it is. He said I should rest here, just for a while, till thoughts settled into something steady again.Safety matters most, Isabella, just like Mom always believed, Thomas murmured while passing over the steaming cup. A quiet look sat in his gaze, one that echoed a feeling long gone - something steady, though I never knew how much I needed it until then. Take your time before speaking to anyone, he added; let the air fill your lungs firstA small nod came, fingers clutching the mug like it might steady the shaking inside. Starting felt impossible - silence pressed down harder than sound. Out loud, the t
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