I still remember the day she told me I wouldn’t be living with them anymore.
“Rebecca, come here,” she called from the kitchen table where she sat with Grandma Brooke.
I walked in, hope blooming in my chest.
“Yes, Mom?” I asked. She rarely spoke directly to me anymore.
Her eyes were cold and distant.
“You’re going to live with Grandma now.”
The words didn’t make sense at first. “Like… for the weekend?”
“No,” she said, not meeting my eyes.
“Permanently. Grandma’s going to take care of you from now on.”
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