I was their resource.
“If I’m dead to you,” I said quietly, “then stop spending my life.”
I didn’t wait for an answer.
I went to my room and packed.
Clothes. Documents. Money I had hidden away just in case. Everything that was mine—or at least still within reach. My hands moved quickly, efficiently, like I had been preparing for this moment without realizing it.
Then I texted Jenna.
If I leave tonight, can I stay with you?
Her reply came instantly.
Yes. Just come.
No questions. No conditions. No guilt.
Just come.
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