Chapter 6
I spoke quiet to empty room, promise to self.
"If lock stays, I go," I whispered. "Not tomorrow maybe. But soon. And I keep proof so leaving not called crazy."
I slid folder under socks in drawer. Set alarm for morning. Stomach still empty. Pride not fed either. But decision set. Notice not bluff. Boundary.
Air in bedroom felt different. Still trapped, but measured. I had photos. Had receipts. Had line drawn.
May you like
Fridge stayed chained down hall. Padlock held. I held folder tighter.
Morning would test who moved first.
