Chapter 5 - THE FIRST MORNING OF THE NEW ERA AND THE DESPERATE ECHOES OF THE FALLEN

The morning of January first was silent,

the kind of silence that only exists when the world is covered in a fresh blanket of snow.

I woke up in my own bed,

the sheets crisp and the room smelling of lavender and peace.

For a moment,

I forgot the explosion of the night before,

but then I looked at my phone.

Forty-two missed calls.

One hundred and twelve text messages.

I didn't open them.

I didn't need to read the pleas,

the threats,

or the frantic apologies to know exactly what they contained.

Julian would be crying about his credit score.

My mother would be begging for 'just one more month'.

My father would be demanding that I 'show respect'.

I got out of bed and walked to my small kitchen,

making a cup of coffee and watching the steam rise into the morning light.

The phone rang again,

a name flashing on the screen that I hadn't expected to see so soon.

Mr. Henderson.

Julian’s landlord.

I let it go to voicemail.

I knew what he wanted;

he wanted to know where the wire transfer was.

He wanted to know why the 'saint of a sibling' had suddenly vanished.

I sat at my small table,

the one I had bought at a thrift store because I couldn't afford a new one while paying for Julian’s designer sofa.

I felt a strange sense of mourning,

not for the family I had lost,

but for the girl I had been.

The girl who thought she could buy love with bank transfers.

The girl who thought that if she just worked hard enough,

her father would finally see her as an equal to his son.

That girl was dead,

buried under the snow of the New Year.

I picked up my phone and did something I should have done years ago.

I went into my contacts and I blocked them.

All of them.

Not out of anger,

but out of necessity.

I was a woman who was finally learning the value of her own currency.

And my peace was no longer for sale.

As I took a sip of my coffee,

I realized that for the first time in my life,

I wasn't worried about the rent.

I wasn't worried about the bills.

I was only worried about what I wanted for breakfast.

And that,

I decided,

was the most perfect toast of all.

But the drama was far from over;

I knew they wouldn't let me go that easily.

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