Winning Her Back
Remember me.
"Home, Madame," the driver whispered, setting down my suitcase just inside with silent accuracy before blending into the car.
"Thank you," I breathed into the empty, hollow space. The smile was more real now, a soft victory. I'd fought back the shadow. I'd recovered some of myself. I wasn't unbroken, but stronger. Clearer. Rooted. Ready. I didn't cry out. Summoning my presence, as if calling forth the storm. Instead, I grasped the handle of my suitcase in my fingers, wheels softly, rhythmically clicking upon buffed marble that resounded oddly in the stillness. Unadorned destination: my room. My actual refuge in this gilded-barred cage. A warm, languid bath with my own lavender f
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