Reluctant Return

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across Vivienne's room. She sat cross-legged on the bed, a half-packed suitcase in front of her. Clothes were strewn everywhere—on the bed, the chair, and even the floor. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to focus on the task at hand. Her movements were slow, almost reluctant, as though each item she packed was a reminder that