My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

simply returned to an address where nobody was waiting for me.

So I checked into a small hotel fifteen minutes away.

The next morning, I unpacked my uniform, hung it carefully in the closet, and tried convincing myself none of it mattered.

Then, exactly two days later, my phone rang.

The caller ID made me stop breathing.

Mom.

I almost ignored it.

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