Victory Sip
Meanwhile, I sat comfortably on Jenna’s couch, watching the action through her laptop screen while sipping tea and smiling. They could be angry, confused, or triumphant in their erroneous world, but I’d come out on top. It wasn’t a full victory; there was still a lot to do. But as I sat there, I realized I’d won enough for the tranquility I’d been seeking all along.
Victory Sip
Neighbors’ Glances
I pictured the neighbors staring out, perplexed, as my stepfather piled boxes into his vehicle. His curses filled the air, directed at the rain, the house, and even the mailbox that had sealed his destiny. It was a chaotic spectacle, in sharp contrast to the quiet, methodical planning that had preceded it. As rains danced on the pavement, I realized I was free.
Neighbors’ Glances
