Moira hadn’t expected it to feel like this.

The weight of freedom was supposed to be lighter, wasn’t it? She had imagined it would feel like stepping out from under a heavy blanket, the weight lifting as soon as she made the decision to leave it all behind. But now that she was truly standing in it, with the doors closed and the past left behind her, she found the silence deafening.

She sat in the corner of the small café, staring at her cup of untouched coffee, feeling the faint hum ...