Christmas at Elevation: I Found Uninvited Guests—and Reclaimed My Sanctuary
The pine-scented air was supposed to soothe. Snow dusted the roof like a promise. Her bags were packed with solitude, plans for quiet mornings and coffee by the window.
Then the door opened. Laughter, clinking dishes, voices she hadn’t expected.
Her sister, smiling too easily. Her husband, leaning against the railing. And the children — running through rooms that were supposed to belong only to her.
Shock rooted her to the floor. Anger, disbelief, betrayal — all churned in her chest. Yet, as she stepped inside, every eye turned to her. Silence stretched.
She realized the sanctuary she had imagined wasn’t abandoned — it had been claimed.
And now, she had a choice:
“confront, reclaim, or find a new way to make this space hers again.—”
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