Back home

Megan and her mother, Joyce, trudged wearily back to their penthouse, their hearts heavy with despair. As they entered their once luxurious abode, they were met with a shocking sight—empty rooms, barren walls, and a lingering sense of loss. Their home had been stripped away, leaving them with nothing but a hollow shell of their former life. Megan's hands clenched into fists, her anger boiling over. "How could they do this to us, Mom? How could they take everything away from us?" Her voice trembled with a mix of rage and frustration. Joyce, though weakened by illness, exuded a fierce determination. She stood by her daughter's side, her eyes blazing with an intensity that belied her frail appearance. "Megan, my dear, we cannot let them crush us. You better fight back, no matter the cost. We cannot allow them to walk away without consequences." Using the bit of saving they had left, Megan rented a motel room in a sketchy part of town. As she prepared a meager meal of instant noodles on th