The familiar warmth of the women's shelter enveloped Lyse as she stepped through the front door. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle murmur of conversations. It was a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the hospital and the cold emptiness of her apartment.
A wave of relief washed over her. This was where she needed to be. Surrounded by the warmth and support of these women, she felt a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose that had been missing from her life for so long.
The moment she entered, a ripple of excitement spread through the room. The women, many of whom she had worked with before she left, rushed towards her, their faces lighting up with joy.
"Lyse!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with warmth and affection.
