“I truly hope so,” I said.
I opened the front door to leave. Before stepping outside, I glanced back toward the kitchen one last time.
“By the way, the dishes are still dirty, and the dishcloth is on the counter,” I told them. “You can divide the work among yourselves now.”
I closed the door behind me, immediately blocked his phone number, and walked to the nearest bus stop where I called my mother.
“Mom, I am getting a divorce,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before she spoke.
“Come home, my beautiful daughter,” she said softly. “The world does not end here.”
That afternoon, I took refuge at the apartment of my best friend, Jessica. I truly thought the worst of the drama was over.
But when Brandon’s family returned home and found the sink full, the room empty, and the ring on the table, they decided that I had no right to escape their control.
