#quinncharm

There wasn’t time to pack much when Ana left. It was a rush out the door, hurrying to get away before her absence was noticed. The limited time gave Ana absolutely no time to get her things together, she wasn’t going to run away, she hadn’t been prepared. 

Pulling the small framed photo of her father and her as child out of her bag, a small smile rested on her face as she placed it on the windowsill so he could see the life she created for herself. A deep sigh left her lips as she determined that she must have been starved.

 Heading downstairs, she found herself pulling some leftovers out of the fridge and just eating them cold. 

Sitting on the counter and a few bites in, Ana finally took stock of her surroundings. A woman stood towards the oven actually cooking something.