“Get this beggar out,” my father had sneered to the entire room, his voice dripping with disgust. My mother’s eyes deliberately avoided mine as security gripped my arm. My heart pounded against my chest knowing that with one swipe, their entire world would shatter – and they would never see it coming. Betrayal has a steep price.
The words didn’t land like an insult.
They landed like something thrown—hard, sharp, meant to cut—and for a second I felt my body react before my mind could catch up. Heat rose up my throat, right behind my jaw. The marble floor beneath my shoes felt suddenly too slick, as if it might slide away and leave me standing on nothing.
“Get this beggar out.”
My father didn’t have to shout. He chose to.
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