Back at the cabin, I imagined my parents’ shock at my disappearance. Maybe they would call, or perhaps they would write, demanding an explanation or another chance. But I knew that the distance I had created was necessary, not just for my sanity but for forging a life that was authentically mine.
As for Maria, I hoped that one day she would realize the world didn’t revolve around her. Perhaps she’d find her own path without relying on others to clear it for her. In the quiet of my new home, I often found myself by the window, watching the world go by.
The city’s pulse was a constant reminder of the life I was carving out, decision by decision, moment by moment. I had finally stepped out of the shadows and into the light of my own making, and it was invigorating. I was no longer an invisible sister or a pawn in someone else’s game.
I was Bella—seen, heard, and free.
