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Finally reaching eighteen felt like a significant milestone. Just eleven months earlier, I vividly recalled starting to count down the days to when I’d officially be an adult, free to make my own choices and potentially leave. But the past eleven months had brought unexpected changes. I had not only adjusted to life here but also couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I’d carved out my own space at school and felt at home with the family I found myself with.

The challenges I’d faced—not just over those months, but throughout my life—had, I believed, forged a stronger version of myself. There had been ups and downs, but the most precious part of it all was Nicholas. Who could have predicted I’d fall so deeply in love with him? Yet, here I was, so smitten that it made my heart ache. We had taken the time to truly get to know each other.

Navigating the journey of being a couple was no easy feat; it required daily effort. Our strong-willed personalities often collided. Nick wasn’t always easy to handle, yet I was head over heels for him. That’s why my upcoming birthday party felt bittersweet—Nick wouldn’t be there. I hadn’t seen him in two weeks. Lately, he’d been spending considerable time in San Francisco. With just a year left to complete his degree, he was making the most of the opportunities his father had set before him. The trouble-prone

Nick seemed distant now. He had matured and improved, though I harbored a fear that his past self might unexpectedly resurface. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair pulled back elegantly atop my head, perfectly complementing the white dress my mother and Will had gifted me for my birthday.

went all out in organizing the party, claiming it was her final opportunity to embrace the ‘mommy role.’ In just a week, I’d be graduating from high school, and college awaited soon after. After sending out numerous applications, I chose UCLA. I’d grown weary of constant changes and moving; staying put felt right, especially with Nick there. Although he might eventually move to San Francisco to join his father’s new firm, that concern was for another day. I had plenty of time and no desire to feel down about it now.

paused, gazing down at the scar on my stomach. Gently touching it, I acknowledged this permanent mark, a reminder of the past, and felt a shiver run through me. The memory of the gunshot that ended my father’s life reverberated in my mind, forcing me to take a deep breath to maintain my composure.

I hadn’t confided in anyone about the nightmares or the fear that gripped me whenever I revisited that moment, nor about the way my heart raced with every loud noise nearby. I couldn’t bring myself to admit that my father had once again left me traumatized, or that I couldn’t shake the image of him lying dead beside me, his blood splattered on my face. I kept all these feelings locked inside.

anyone to realize just how much more broken I felt, teetering on the brink of madness, haunted by fears that man had stirred. Meanwhile, my mother seemed more at ease than ever, her long-concealed anxieties having melted away. She found joy in her marriage; she was liberated. Yet, my journey stretched far ahead.

which was tucked beneath a shelf full of shoes. I had never used the safe nor knew the combination, but once Jenna discovered it, she began using it to stash all sorts of items.

I grinned and glanced down at it again. It truly was a beautiful piece: a tight-fitting white dress with delicate lace sleeves that extended to my wrists, allowing glimpses of skin through its intricate patterns. My shoes were quite something too, with heels so high they nearly matched Jenna’s stature, marked by her choice of a