“Talk?” I repeated softly. “You had your chance to talk… when I was on the floor, begging for help.”
No one spoke.
I could hear the wind on their side… and silence on mine.
Then I continued.
“I changed the locks the same night I gave birth.”
Linda gasped. Ashley started crying.
Ethan’s voice cracked. “Vanessa… please… where are you? Let’s fix this.”
I looked down at my son, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine.
“There’s nothing to fix.”
Another silence. He was breaking now.
“You can’t just throw us out. That’s our home.”
“No,” I said calmly. “It was never yours.”
Then I added the final blow.
“And check your accounts.”
A pause.
Then panic.
“What did you do?” Linda shouted.
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