I heard my life break before I understood it was mine. Headlights on badge metal, gravel biting my knees, a deputy shouting commands like I was a stranger wearing my own skin. By the time the cuffs clicked, my phone buzzed with a loan I’d never taken, a number that didn’t fit inside my chest. Fifteen thousand was just the down payment on a betrayal that would scrape every last illusion I had about blood, vows, and what the word “family” mea… Continues…
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