"This is perfect!" Amelia couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she stood in the middle of the sunlit living room, slowly turning in a circle to take in every corner. Her chest felt lighter than it had in years, like some invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders the moment she walked through the front door. The scent of fresh paint still lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the garden just outside the large windows. This place, this warm, cozy house tucked away in one of Gatham City's quieter neighborhoods, felt like salvation after six years of constant running, constant hiding, constant uncertainty.
Finally. Finally, a fresh start for her and the kids. A place where they could just breathe, laugh, and live without having to glance over their shoulders every five minutes.
