Unexpected Handwriting
My handwriting was neat, every letter steady, defying their expectations of a desperate plea. I imagined my stepfather’s smirk fading, misjudging it as childish or dramatic.
They didn’t know the significance each word held or how carefully I’d planned this. To them, it was just a letter—but for me, it was a declaration, a step into adulthood that they couldn’t cancel.
My path was set, and the final turn of events was almost here.