A Gentle Summer, a Family Vacation, and the Postcard That Revealed the Truth
At seventeen, I was old enough to crave freedom but still afraid of quiet. When my family left for Canada without me, the house felt enormous—rooms echoing, clocks ticking loudly, nights stretching thin. They were supposed to be gone seven days. I worked mornings, came home to microwave dinners, and listened to the radio at…
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