Time didn’t slow down.
That’s what made it worse.
Everything kept moving as my world broke apart.
Kara stood by the dresser, hair messy, shirt unbuttoned.
Daniel stood near the bed, fumbling to pull up his jeans.
They both stared at me.
No one spoke.
“Meredith… you’re home early,” Daniel stammered.
Kara’s face drained of color.
“Mer—” she began.
I calmly placed the bakery box on the dresser.
“Wow,” I said. “You guys really took ‘family support’ to the next level.”
Then I turned and walked out.
No yelling.
No screaming.
No thrown objects.
Just… walking away.
I got into my car, hands shaking so badly I could barely start it.
I drove without direction—just distance.
My phone buzzed nonstop. Daniel. Kara. My mom.
I ignored them all.
Eventually, I ended up in a drugstore parking lot, gasping for breath.
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