I set the mic down on the stand, then walked away and didn’t stop.
***
“I have some packing to do.”
The air outside felt freeing.
I stood there for a moment, letting everything settle.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I didn’t check it.
***
Later that night, I started packing a bag for Stephanie.
Just the basics.
Clothes. Documents. A few things that mattered. I left the rest for later.
I didn’t check it.
I sat down on the bed afterward, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something clear.
Not anger.
Not even relief.
Just certainty.
I had walked into that room to expose a lie.
But I walked out knowing something better.
I wasn’t trapped in it anymor
