The same word my father had used.
I set the phone down exactly where I found it and went upstairs. Something in me did not break. It settled into place.
That night I stopped hoping for fairness.
I started planning.
I wrote page after page of numbers until the figures blurred. Silver Lake State was still expensive, even with in-state tuition. My savings would barely cover books. Four years looked impossible. Every option came with risk—debt, burnout, failure.
I imagined future family gatherings where relatives praised Sadie’s achievements and politely asked what I was doing now.
“She’s still figuring things out.”
That thought burned hotter than anger.
Around two in the morning, sitting cross-legged on the floor, I realized something I had never fully admitted to myself before.
No one was coming to rescue me.
And strangely, that truth felt freeing.
