They Celebrated Her Promotion Without Me — That Night, I Packed My Bags, Locked the House With My Own Key, and Left an Envelope on the Table That Changed Everything.
since Julian had stopped defending me, since I’d realized that love without respect is just another form of exploitation.
I’d gone upstairs to my room and taken down that suitcase, and then I’d retrieved something far more important than clothing: the spiral-bound notebook I’d been keeping hidden in my old sewing box for six months.
