My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things — or get out!”

paperwork don’t disappear.”

I started the engine.

By the time my mother began calling, I was already checked into a hotel.

I ignored every call.

She rang twelve times. Violet texted thirty-one.

Ungrateful witch.

Bring the car back.

Mom says she’s changing the locks.

You’ll regret this.

I replied with only one message.

Do whatever you think is smart.

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