187: Epilogue: The End

Anabella sat in her small apartment, staring out the window as the last rays of sunlight painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. The events of the past weeks lingered in her mind like a storm she couldn't shake. 

She was finally free—free of her marriage, free of her toxic family's expectations. But somehow, that freedom felt heavier than she'd imagined. It wasn't just about moving on; it was about figuring out who she was outside of all those constraints.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. She turned her head, expecting no one, but when she opened it, Clair and Noah stood there, both wearing concerned expressions.

"We brought dinner," Clair said gently, lifting a bag that smelled of warm bread and roasted chicken.

"And dessert," Noah added, holding up a smaller bag with a mischievous smirk.