I’ll never forget the way he avoided my eyes.
There was no anger. No fear. Not even concern.
Just indifference.
Just cowardice.
But the worst part wasn’t that they left.
It was what I heard just before the door closed.
“Lock both doors, Ethan,” Linda said flatly. “Let her handle it alone. And don’t let her think she can follow us.”
And he listened.
He actually did it.
They left me locked inside—
alone,
collapsed on the cold marble floor of a house they loved to pretend was theirs.
My phone was across the room.
