22. In the room

The sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the quiet neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a tired and weary Faith stepping into her humble abode. The weight of the day seemed to press upon her slender shoulders, the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into her face. She had endured a long and arduous day in cleaning the complete training building.

Her footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoed through the narrow hallway as she made her way towards the room where her little daughter, Echo, awaited her return. Faith closed the door gently behind her, the click resonating throughout the silent room. She let out a heavy sigh, releasing the pent-up tension that had accumulated within her.

As Faith approached the room, she could hear the faint sounds of soft weeping, punctuated by tiny sniffles. A heaviness settled in her chest as she recognized the familiar sound of her daughter's sadness. Faith's pace quickened, her concerns growing, and she gently pushed open the do