Dad leaned back.
“Maybe it’s time you built a life somewhere else and stopped holding things over us.”
Something inside me went completely still.
Not broken.
Finished.
I smiled.
“Okay.”
Jason blinked.
“Okay?”
“You want me gone. I can respect that.”
Diane’s expression shifted for half a second.
She’d expected tears.
An argument.
Maybe another excuse to call me unstable.
Instead, I stood, carried my plate to the kitchen, and opened my phone.
At 6:42 p.m., I texted my realtor.
At 6:48, I canceled the catering order
