HAZEL
I walked down the hallway with Delta trailing behind me. The sound of my heels hitting the floor felt too loud, too final. Each step took me closer to the car. Closer to leaving.
The front door stood open when we reached it. Sunlight streamed through, bright and mocking. I could see the car waiting in the circular driveway. Black. It was sleek too. The kind of vehicle that screamed money and power.
My luggage was already being loaded into the boot by two sentinels. They moved quickly and efficiently. Nobody spoke.
I stepped outside. The air hit my face, cool and crisp. It smelled like pine and earth. I didn't even realize my home had a familiar smell. This was the place I had always wanted to leave behind now something sentimental tugged at my heartstrings.
