Gemotions

The old house, the one she'd practically sprinted from the moment she turned eighteen, had been dramatically remodeled. The listing highlighted the new chef's kitchen, the expansive master suite, and the stunning views. A small, self-satisfied smile played at the corners of her mouth.

She was already enjoying a lavish breakfast at her favorite cafe, the crisp linen napkin tucked neatly into her collar. The cafe, a haven of sophisticated luxury, provided the perfect setting. She was surrounded by the sounds of pleasant chatter and the clinking of expensive silverware. A stark contrast to her humble beginnings.

She picked up her phone, ready to send a quick text.