The house was unusually quiet. I sat at the edge of my bed, holding the letter in my hand for what felt like hours. The words danced in front of my tear-filled eyes, making it hard to believe what I was reading. Dad, the only support I had left, was gone. And now, I was alone, facing a mountain of problems I never thought I'd have to climb alone. The pain in my chest was unbearable, but I couldn't cry. Not yet.
The few hundred dollars he left for me felt like a joke. How was I supposed to survive, let alone escape the nightmare that Enzo had created for me? But I knew I had to act quickly before it was too late. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to make a decision. Running seemed like the only option left, and if Dad believed that I should go to my mom, then maybe that was the best thing to do.
