Eleanor Hastings stood at the edge of the dock, the morning sun casting a golden hue across the tranquil surface of the lake. She breathed in the cool, crisp air, feeling alive and invigorated. But it was more than just the scenery that lifted her spirits; it was the knowledge that she had escaped the clutches of a family that saw her only as a cash cow and a burden.
In a small coastal town several hundred miles away, Eleanor found solace in a quaint cottage she had rented under an assumed name.
