Olivia almost laughed, but the sound never came out.
Her entire life had just been boxed up and placed outside, and her mother called it avoiding a scene.
For a long moment, Olivia didn’t say anything. The exhaustion in her bones mixed with something sharper—something deeper. Hurt. Disbelief. A quiet kind of betrayal.
Her place in this house—her home—had been decided without her.
No conversation. No warning.
Just… removal.
Rebecca shifted slightly, her tone softening just enough to sound reasonable. “You’ll figure something out. You’re independent. You’ve got a good job. This is just… the next step.”
Olivia swallowed hard.
Maybe a few years ago, she would have argued. Raised her voice. Tried to fight for her place.
But tonight… she was too tired for anger.
Too tired for pleading.
Instead, she slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
Rebecca frowned slightly. “What are you doing?”
Olivia didn’t answer.
She scrolled through her contacts, her fingers steady despite the storm quietly building inside her chest. Then she pressed call.
The line rang once.
Twice.
Then a voice answered.
Leave a Comment