And my mother—my real anchor in this world—knew exactly what she was doing. She left me more than a house. She left me a message, a legacy, and the power to stand up for myself.
She’d be heartbroken by the truth. But she’d be proud.
Proud that I walked away.
Proud that I came back and took back not just a house, but my voice, my name, and my future.
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