Only after I left
By evening, I had a simple meal of instant noodles and sat on the worn couch, feeling the first real sense of peace in weeks.
The next day at Silverline, Ethan greeted me with his usual warmth.
“Evelyn, you look different today,” he said. “Everything alright?”
“I moved out last night,” I told him. “I’m in my own place now. It feels right.”
Ethan nodded, concerned in his eyes. “That’s a big step. If you need any time off, help with settling in, just say the word. I’m here for you as a friend.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate it.”