My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

Previously

…I didn’t feel triumph, not exactly. There was no elation, no grand sense of victory. Instead, there was a profound, bone-deep weariness, and a quiet, almost fragile sense of peace. I had survived. I had escaped. The mystery of Seraphina, the enigma of her motivations, would likely linger. But for now, all that mattered was the open road ahead, the cool night air on my face, and the quiet promise of a new dawn. The great escape had begun.