The urge to run came on a quiet Thursday afternoon.Lisa was alone in the cottage, the twins at school, Kilan at a meeting in the city. The silence was oppressive, pressing in on her from all sides. She stood at the window, staring at the ocean, and felt the familiar pull of escape.She'd felt it before. Years ago, when she'd fled the Hart mansion, pregnant and terrified. The instinct to survive, to protect, to run.It was still there.She could feel it in her bones, whispering to her, telling her that if she just left, everything would be okay. That the danger would disappear. That her family would be safe.She walked to the closet and pulled out a bag.She didn't know where she would go. She didn't have a plan. She just knew she had to leave.Her hands were trembling as she began to pack.Martha found her an hour later.The older woman had come to check on her, sensing something was wrong. She found Lisa sitting on the bedroom floor, surrounded by half-packed bags, her face streaked
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