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The Price of Familial Betrayal

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 702    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

vings, every penny I had worked for, into the new account that my family had no knowledge of. Then, I canceled the automatic mont

ing lot. It was my mother. I let it go to voicemail. Then my

city I' d left behind, I felt a strange sense of lightness. The weigh

egan a smear campaign. He went to Miller & Son Hardware and told the reg

sorrow. "Turned her back on her family. Thinks she'

g at her dry eyes with a tissue, playing t

weep to anyone who would listen. "A

Henderson, who owned the bakery next to the h

"I remember a girl who worked here every weekend since she was fourteen. I remember seeing her, not Mike, unloadin

know what you' re talking about, Hende

n retorted, wiping his hands on his apron. "Seems to me that girl has been propping this

could only sputter. "She' s an un

small town had eyes. They had seen me working. They had seen Mike driving new car

office. The card was from Mr. Henderson. It read:

ad through my chest.

for the flowers," I said,

. "Your father' s been running his mouth, but d

milial betrayal. It reminded me that the world was bigge

nt a single text to my old number, which I k

e closed the joint account and stopped all payment

l, definitive cut. The umbilical cord of financial obligation was severed. T

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