They thought I’d finally snapped. They thought the humiliation would drag me back, obedient, apologizing for sins I never committed. They moved in like conquerors, filling drawers, rearranging shelves, rehearsing the story where I was the unstable one who lost it all. They didn’t know the ink was dry, the deed already sealed, every smug sip of their champagne just ticking down to ilusi… Continues…