Chapter 11: The Exit
My single bag, a worn leather carry-on, sat by the grand entrance, a stark symbol of my abrupt departure. It held a few changes of [more…]
My single bag, a worn leather carry-on, sat by the grand entrance, a stark symbol of my abrupt departure. It held a few changes of [more…]
Months stretched into a year. The rhythm of my new life was starkly different from the opulence and intrigue of the Garrison estate. I lived [more…]