They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

my voice steady.

“What do you want, David?”

A pause.

A breath.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he admitted. “I thought… I thought you’d get scared.”

There it was.

The truth, in one sentence.

He didn’t think I was a person.

He thought I was a predictable resource.

“Why?” I asked softly. “Why did you think that?”

He didn’t answer at first.

Then he said, continue reading …