written Dad over the years.
They were still unopened.
For a moment, I wanted to take them.
Not because they were valuable.
Because I wanted proof that I had tried.
Instead, I left them behind.
This wasn’t revenge.
I was simply separating my life from theirs—and I refused to leave them any opportunity to accuse me of stealing something.
Meanwhile, our family group chat kept buzzing.
Logan wrote:
Don’t take the desk. It fits the studio plan.
Madison uploaded another preview photo from the terrace.
Dad texted:
Try not to
