Isabella’s POV The weeks turned into months within a blur of motion. I measured time by the changing shape of my body and by the slow accumulation of ordinary days that belonged only to me. The apartment remained small and quiet. The brick wall across the street never changed, yet I began to find a strange comfort in its sameness. No one watched me from doorways. No one timed my movements or questioned my silence. The freedom was still unfamiliar, but it no longer felt temporary.I took work where I could find it at first. Morning shifts at a small café three blocks away began before the sun fully rose. I learned the names of the regular customers and the precise way the owner preferred the counters wiped at the end of each shift. The pay was modest, but it was honest and required nothing of my past. In the afternoons I walked to a neighborhood shop that needed help with basic bookkeeping. The owner asked a few questions beyond whether I could keep numbers accurate and arrive on ti
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