---- 9 I hadn't continued sinking endlessly. Theld a simple funeral for my mother in my hometown, burying her beside my father who had died in battle. It was peaceful. No drama. No politics. Just love and remembrance. All the neighbors were incredibly warm and helpful, offering assistance with matters both big and small. Mrs. Peterson brought casseroles. Mr. Williams helped repair the house's broken front step. The entire community wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Imade up my mind to stay in my hometown. With my excellent credentials and pack management experience, I successfully became a ---- teacher at the local school. The principal was thrilled to have someone with my background. Pack politics had taught me patience. Managing Luna duties had taught me organization. Most of my colleagues were young people fresh out of college. They were the same age as Scarlett, but they were sunny, cheerful, and positive. There was Maya, who taught first grade and always had glitter in her hair. James, the gym teacher who made everyone laugh with his terrible jokes. Sarah, the art teacher who painted murals in her spare time. In our free time, we would chat and go shopping together. We'd grab coffee after work. Go to the movies on ---- weekends. Life was simple and pleasant. For the first time in seven years, I felt like I could breathe. No walking on eggshells. No wondering who Garrett was sleeping with today. Just normal, healthy relationships with people who actually liked me for me. Until one day, three months into my new life, Garrett appeared before me. I was leaving the school building when I saw him leaning against his expensive car. The alcohol on his breath gave me a headache. Even from ten feet away, I could smell the whiskey. I tried to avoid him, but he blocked my path.