Cynthia POV

After the grueling process of quitting my job, I returned to Blair’s house, the place I’d called home the past couple of weeks. The decision to leave wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

Blair was there, waiting with a concerned and caring expression, as I packed up my meager belongings. I wasn’t one to accumulate much—just a few clothes, some personal items, and memories that could fit neatly into a single suitcase.

Blair hovered ...