I Shut the Door — and Chose Myself
My mother’s voice cracked.
“You’re ruining us.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t need to.
“You ruined yourselves when you exploited me,” I said quietly.
“Family doesn’t drain you and then spit in your face.”
“Family doesn’t celebrate your suffering.”
Trevor stepped forward, trying one last angle.
“Where are we supposed to go?”
I looked at him for a long second.
