Ana's POV
I dragged my suitcase out of Collin Mansion, each step feeling lighter than the last. At the entrance, a familiar Volkswagen caught my eye.
Looking up, I spotted Morris leaning casually against the car door.
When he saw me emerge, his face broke into a smile. "Those bags look heavy. Let me give you a hand."
The confrontation inside had left me raw, and seeing his familiar face made my eyes burn with unshed tears.
Morris's brow creased as he approached, stopping directly in front of me. "Hey, what happened? Did they hurt you again?"
I shook my head, managing a smile. "No, I'm just... relieved."
Morris studied my face intently, his gaze dropping to notice the slight tremor in my legs. His frown deepened, though he kept quiet about it. "Come on, get in. I'll drive you to the apartment."
I didn't protest. Watching him load my luggage, I slipped into the passenger seat.
