The day I moved out, I felt a strange mix of freedom and uncertainty. With my belongings piled into the moving truck, I took a last look at the house I had called home. It felt oddly liberating to know I wouldn’t have to deal with Sandra’s constant belittling or Marcus’s smug superiority anymore. Instead, I would finally have my own space—a hidden apartment I had secretly secured a month before my trip.
While I had been on vacation, I’d stumbled upon an opportunity to lease a compact yet charming apartment tucked away in a vibrant neighborhood. It was a place that promised solitude yet had the pulse of life just outside its doors. I signed the lease, set up the utilities, and even had the Wi-Fi installed—all before boarding my flight back home.
