The hallway felt longer than usual as I walked towards the exit.
Each step echoed with a quiet determination.
Dad’s voice called out, stopping me in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond without inviting another confrontation.
But the urgency of the interview pushed me forward.
“I have to go,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Silence followed, a tense pause that seemed to stretch on forever.
I turned the doorknob, my mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.
The door creaked open, the light from outside spilling into the dim hallway.
My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of everything at stake.
This was my chance to step out of the shadow, if only for a moment.
With one last look back, I stepped through the door.
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