The Story Begins Here
At exactly 12:10 PM on my eighteenth birthday, I stood outside the house with a suitcase, officially homeless.
My stepdad didn’t even wait a full five minutes after I became a legal adult. My mom? She just stood there, blank-faced beside him, as if she hadn’t raised me for nearly two decades.
They’d only been married for two months, but he already had more power in her life than I ever did.
Kicking me out was their idea of starting fresh—but they had no clue I was ready for this moment. Tomorrow morning, they’ll wake up to a letter that changes everything….