Mallory slowly pushed open the door, the creaking sound echoed through the place she once called home. She carefully roamed the living room, letting her hand trail on the places that brought back memories. The scratchy couch she slept on when Roman kicked her out of bed, the picture frames that used to shake from the screaming, everything had a memory. Pacing around finding old reminders of the life she once lived. She sighed with a small smile appearing. She learned a lot from her travels. First she left the flee, but along the way it became to explore, learn, so much deeper than she thought it’d ever be. She didn’t resent Roman or her time here. Even her scars that remind her of what happened here. She realized home doesn’t need to be a place or a person, she found her home inside herself. Where she started all along.