Back in her apartment that evening, Stacey felt a deep, long-awaited peace. Her cozy little space was now free from Mr. Perkly’s interference. Settling into her favorite chair, she watched the soft glow of the fairy lights, a warmth radiating through her.
In the following days, she reveled in the simple pleasures of her space, relishing each morning sunlight streaming through the window and each quiet evening without the weight of uncertainty hanging over her. Stacey was home, and for the first time, it felt truly permanent.