"Don't stop her. Let her leave if she wants. She'll come back before the end of today and beg me to accept her back," he said.
Immediately after he said that, Jasmine and her mother roared with laughter. They began making bets on how long it would take for me to come back.
If only they knew I'm serious this time. A cab was already waiting outside, and I'm not coming back once I walk past this door.
> > >
Just as I made it to the door, Robert called me back.
"I heard you have a dreamcatcher. How about you leave it behind?"
"Why?" I found myself asking as I instinctively held onto the dreamcatcher hanging around my neck.
"Jasmine is having nightmares lately. It's not good for the baby. Hand it over," he said in a commanding tone.
I shook my head as I took defensive steps backward.
This is the only memory of my mother that I have left. I can't let it go to someone who doesn't know its worth. He sighed when he saw my reaction.
"Fine. Since you think it's worth something, then name your price!"
Price? He thinks everything is about money? I wanted to refuse. I wanted to slap him and leave, but I remembered the last time I tried that—I was deprived of food for three days.
"Alright," I replied.