PART 19 – My First Night Alone Should Have Felt Like Freedom, but One Unexpected Knock Forced Me to Decide What Being Safe Actually Meant
The first night in the apartment was terrible. Not emotionally. Physically. My father’s table was solid enough to survive a hurricane, but the bed frame had not arrived. I slept …
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