“Stay away from us,” said my daughter and pushed me to the floor։ I didn’t call the police, but I did something after which my phone started blowing up with her calls

😨😨“Stay away from us,” said my daughter and pushed me to the floor. I didn’t call the police, but I did something after which my phone started blowing up with her calls.

The bruise on my cheek darkened as the daylight slowly crept across the kitchen wall. The coffee had cooled by the sink, and I kept replaying the same moment over and over again.

Emily’s hands pressed into my chest, I lost my balance, hit the edge of the table, and fell to the floor. A dull thud still echoed in my ears, as if the walls had shaken.

In the house I had bought for her. In the living room I had furnished over the years. Her voice was calm and cold, like a door slamming shut: “Go. And never come back.”

I drove along a familiar road with one throbbing eye and a thought in my head that wouldn’t let me breathe. Everything happened too fast, but the meaning was perfectly clear.

The phone vibrated. A message from Emily: “We’re going to dinner. Don’t make a scene.”

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