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Chapter 3 - The Household Unravels

By Tuesday, the illusion of the happy household had completely shattered.

Without me there to absorb the friction, my parents had to deal with Madison’s unfiltered personality 24/7. And Madison, unaccustomed to hearing the word "no," was losing her mind.

According to a text from my cousin Jake—who lived nearby and occasionally dropped by—Mom and Dad were at their wits' end.

Jake: “Hey, what did you do? Uncle Tom looks like he aged ten years. Aunt Linda called my mom crying because Madison threw a lamp at the TV when they told her she had to make her own lunch.”

I sipped my tea in my small motel kitchenette, smiling faintly. Jake: Just living my life. Don't tell them where I am.

Jake: “My lips are sealed. But man, you picked the right time to bail. Aunt Linda tried to ask me to lend them grocery money because ‘unexpected expenses’ wiped out their checking account. I told them I was broke.”

The "unexpected expenses" weren't unexpected at all. Every month, my parents dipped into savings to fund Madison’s boutique shopping sprees, her online subscription boxes, and her endless supply of wellness retreats. They relied on my rent and utility contributions to pay the actual mortgage and electric bill.

With me gone, the house of cards collapsed.

On Wednesday evening, the electricity company issued a past-due notice. Dad had forgotten to pay the bill because he was too busy driving Madison to a crystal-healing workshop two hours away. When they came home to blinking lights and a dead Wi-Fi router, Madison had locked herself in her bathroom and refused to come out until Dad bought her a luxury takeout meal using his credit card—which was promptly declined.

The text messages from Mom shifted from demanding to desperate.

Mom (Wednesday, 9:45 PM): Claire, please. Please come home. We made a mistake. Madison is so upset, and we don't know where anything is. The bills are a mess. We are a family. Families stick together.

I looked at the message, typed a single sentence, and hit send:

May you like

“You’re right, family sticks together. Too bad you forgot I was part of the family.”

Then, I blocked the number.

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