Chapter 3

I didn't leave a note or say goodbye.

I had loved, hated, cried, and made a scene.

Now, all that was left was overwhelming exhaustion.

All I wanted was to run away.

I just wanted to run away from this so-called home that felt like a prison, and from the title of Mrs. Ford, which looked glamorous on the outside but suffocated me inside.

As I closed the door, I looked back.

This house was huge and empty.

From that moment on, everything here was no longer my concern.

Settling down in a strange city was way harder than I…