The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the small station nestled between the mountains. Emma stood on the platform, her suitcase at her feet, waiting for the last train. She hadn’t been home in years, not since she’d left for the city in search of something bigger—something more.

The city had been everything she dreamed of: fast-paced, thrilling, full of opportunities. But somewhere along the way, she’d lost herself in the noise, the endless race to get ahead. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the quiet until her mother called two days ago, her voice weak, asking if she could come home.

The air was crisp, the smell of pine filling her lungs as Emma glanced at her phone. No messages. She slipped it back into her pocket and looked down the tracks. The train was late, and the station was deserted. The world felt still, like it was holding its breath. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind rustling through the trees.

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