“We Know You Don’t Owe Us Anything”
I stood with my forehead against the door, breathing like it was the only job I had.
Rusty pressed against my leg, steady and warm.
On the other side was every memory I’d tried to bury.
My mother’s voice came through first.
“We know you don’t owe us anything. But you deserve the truth.”
Silence stretched.
Then Sofia spoke.
“Ethan… I lied.”
Three words.
And suddenly I was seventeen again, holding a duffel bag with nowhere safe to go.
