screaming or tears. It comes with stillness. I didn’t confront him. I didn’t ask why. I didn’t need answers from someone whose words I no longer trusted. Instead, I packed. I took only what Damian and I needed and left for my father’s house—a quiet place where I could begin to process what had happened. My father.
didn’t ask questions. He simply welcomed us in with open arms and steady silence. Walking away wasn’t weakness. It was strength. It was a choice to protect myself and my son from further lies. And though the road ahead felt uncertain, it also felt honest—for the first time in a long time. In that moment, I chose peace. And that decision changed everything.