The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains as I sat at the kitchen table, the weight of the previous day’s events pressing heavily on my shoulders. Martha was still asleep, her tears barely dry. I knew what I had to do. It was time to reclaim our home and our dignity.
Samuel and Everly entered the kitchen, the atmosphere tense and charged with unspoken emotions. I looked at my son, trying to find traces of the boy I once knew in the man standing before me. His eyes avoided mine, seemingly glued to the floor. Everly stood beside him, her posture defiant. She had always been strong-willed, but this time she had crossed an unforgivable line.
It was time for the confrontation I had been dreading but knew was necessary. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and spoke the words that would change everything: “You must leave.”
