Chapter 7: Breaking Point
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Leave. Just leave. The cry in my heart nearly tore my throat apart. I curled up on the bed, tears streaming down my face. Four years—every grievance erupted at this moment.
The bedsheets tangled around my legs, damp with tears and sweat. The ceiling fan spun lazily above me. I counted the blades, desperate for anything to stop the ache inside. I wanted to vanish into the cotton sheets and never come out.
I called Grandpa Parker, and he told me to come to the old house in two days. After hanging up, I felt utterly drained. But those terrifying comments... Divorce, father, stepmother, widower in his fifties... Despair washed over me again. Maybe, for the sake of all I’ve done for Caleb, Grandpa Parker will help me...
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, staring at the family photo on my nightstand. The faces smiled back at me, but the smiles felt like lies.