Plans Discussed
From the kitchen, I heard a sharp voice asking, ‘You sure she’s not getting anything?’ Her words were full of panic.
My stepfather scoffed, ‘Nope, nothing. Just the clothes on her back.’ I leaned closer, feeling a wave of confirmation wash over me that was cold and sobering.
It was not pain but validation of everything I already suspected. Their words hung in the air, sharp as knives, but I had my armor ready.