She took a deep breath, then looked down. While staring at the cold, silent floor, Veronica slowly stepped toward the room that had been prepared for her. Every step felt heavy, as if the floor itself was trying to hold her back, unwilling to let her go any farther.
When she reached the door, she paused for a moment. Her gaze was fixed on the doorknob, as if hoping time could rewind. Slowly, she turned the handle, stepped inside, and closed the door carefully behind her. In that unfamiliar room, Veronica leaned back against the door, clutching the small card still tightly in her hand. Her breaths were heavy, her voice barely a whisper as she said, "This isn't home. It's just a stopover filled with limitations."
