As I hung up the phone, a sense of betrayal wrapped itself around me like a cold shroud. I looked around the bedroom, the one place that had always felt like mine, and began to pack a small bag. I wasn’t sure where I would go, but I needed to get out of this toxic chaos, even if just for a night.
Marta was still storming around the apartment, muttering under her breath as I quietly slipped past her with my bag in hand. Her eyes bore into my back, but she didn’t say another word. It was almost as if she thought ignoring me would make me disappear.
Once outside, the cool air hit me like a splash of water, waking me from the fog of disbelief. I walked to a nearby park and sat on a bench, pulling my phone out. It was time to take control. I dialed my parents’ number, knowing they’d be expecting my call. They had always been my unwavering support.
