“Get out and never come back!”
So I did.
No shouting.
No begging.
No dramatic goodbye.
Just two duffel bags, my car keys, and silence.
The fight started over something small.
At least, that’s what everyone said.
My younger brother Ethan had taken my car again without asking. It wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t even the tenth.
When I asked for the keys, Mom slammed a cabinet.