The morning came too quickly.
Lilith woke before dawn, her eyes opening to darkness that was just beginning to soften at the edges. For a moment, she lay there in her bed, listening to the silence of the estate as it slept. Then it hit her, the realization that this was her last morning in this room. Her last morning in this place.
She felt a flutter of nervousness mixed with anticipation.
Then someone knocked at the door.
"Come in," Lilith called.
The door opened.
Sera appeared with a tray of breakfast, real breakfast, not the sparse offerings from the early days. Fruit, bread with honey, tea. Behind her came Agnes with Lilith’s original clothes folded neatly over her arm.
"Good morning," Agnes said. Her weathered face held something like approval. "The car is being prepared. You’ll leave within the hour."
Lilith nodded.
She wasn’t surprised. Had known it was coming.
"Thank you," Lilith said.
Sera set the breakfast down with a small smile. "You’re happy," she observed.
"I’m going to see my mother," Lilith said. And the smile that crossed her face was genuine. Bright. The kind of smile that came from knowing something good was about to happen. "I’m going home."
***
The shower was hot and restorative.
Lilith stood under the spray and felt the tension in her shoulders ease. Her body had healed so much over the past week. The major bruises had faded to pale shadows. The soreness had become manageable. She could move without that constant ache that had defined her first days here.
She was strong again.
Not the same as before, but something fundamental had shifted inside her, something she didn’t quite have words for, but she could feel it that something strong had shifted.
She washed her hair carefully, conditioning it, making sure she looked presentable when she arrived at the hospital.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Sera was waiting with her original clothes laid out on the bed. The grey shirt and black pants she’d arrived in. They looked small somehow. Like they belonged to a different girl. A girl who’d been desperate and broken and willing to destroy herself for her mother’s survival.
She was still that girl.
But she was also something more now.
Lilith dressed carefully. Brushed her dark hair back from her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw not the broken girl from the first morning, but someone who’d survived. Someone who’d endured. Someone who was walking out of this place as a survivor.
"You look beautiful," Sera said from the doorway. "Your mom’s going to be so happy to see you."
"Thank you," Lilith whispered. "For being kind to me."
"Always, do take care of yourself" Sera said fiercely.
"I will," Lilith promised. And she meant it.
***
The car was sleek and black and waiting in front of the estate.
Marcus stood beside it.

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