Yes. I did. I was stupid enough to believe him when he said marriage would be better than designing. Better than me. I was stupid enough to think love would hold them close.
Sasha placed a delicate hand on my shoulder, feigning sympathy. “Guys, maybe she could come? It’s her dream after all.”
Maureen smirked beside her, arms crossed. “Mom doesn’t even have money for her own bus fare. How would she pay for Disneyland?”
Mike clapped his hands once, dismissive. “Enough. Karylle, pack our things. We’re leaving in three days. Someone needs to stay here to feed the dogs and guard the house. Make yourself useful for once.”
I nodded. “Of course.”
The same day they’d be boarding their flight to my dream—I’d be walking out the door they slammed in my face.
Later that night, I stood in my room surrounded by cardboard boxes. I was done throwing half of everything already, now I am burning the last of our memories. The flames caught fast, turning silk and leather to ash.
I didn’t even flinch when Sasha stepped out of the shadows, arms crossed, that venomous smile painted on her lips. “When can I expect you to leave? You’ve got such audacity staying here like you’re still part of this family.”