After the storm
The next day, they showed up at our house. I showed them the evidence: recordings, bank statements, contracts. This isn’t revenge. It’s the logical consequence of their actions.
They leave, broken. I, on the other hand, breathe.
A year later, Violet returns alone. She sincerely apologizes. Therapy has changed her. Our parents have paid the price. The boundaries are clear now.
On the mantelpiece, a framed box: the receipt for the $6,000 deposit, with the inscription: « The best investment in our freedom. »
I smile. Some lessons are expensive. But they’re worth every penny.
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