And then, I went back to the house.
I hired movers. “Take the couch,” I said. “The coffee table. The armchair. The 65-inch TV. The dining set.”
“Ma’am, are you sure?” the mover asked, looking at the empty living room.
“I have the receipts,” I said, waving the folder. “Every single item was paid for by me. Take it all.”
When we left, the house echoed. It was a shell. Just like their love for me.
Chapter 3: The Call from Paradise
The call came on December 29th. I was unpacking books in my new living room when my mother’s name lit up my screen.
I answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Jessica!” she screamed. “What did you do?”
“I moved out,” I said calmly. “Like you asked.”
“The hotel!” she shrieked. “We tried to check in and they said the reservation was cancelled! We’re stranded in the lobby! Do you know how much a room costs right now? It’s peak season!”
“I imagine it’s expensive,” I said, examining a fingernail. “Good thing you’re adults. Figure it out.”
“You selfish little—” My father grabbed the phone. “You fix this, Jessica! Or so help me God—”
“Or what?” I asked. “You’ll kick me out? You already did. Enjoy the lobby.”
I hung up.
Thirty minutes later, Bella called. She wasn’t screaming. She was crying.
“Jess,” she sobbed. “My meal plan card got declined. And I got an email from the bursar. They said my spring tuition hasn’t been paid. They’re dropping my classes.”
“That sounds stressful,” I said.
“What did you do?” she wailed. “Mom said you cancelled the payments!”
“I didn’t cancel anything,” I said. “I just removed my card. You said I was embarrassing, Bella. You said I was a leech. I figured a leech shouldn’t be paying for your dorm room.”
“But I can’t pay it!” she screamed. “Mom and Dad can’t afford it!”
“Then I guess you’ll have to get a job,” I said. “Like I did.”
“You’re ruining my life!”
“No,” I said. “I’m letting you have your own life. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I blocked her number.
Chapter 4: The Return
They came back on January 2nd.
I knew because my doorbell rang at 7:00 PM. I checked the camera. It was the unholy trinity: Mom, Dad, and Bella. They looked sunburnt, exhausted, and furious.
I didn’t open the door. I spoke through the Ring camera.
“What do you want?”
“Open this door, Jessica!” my mother yelled. “We need to talk!”
“No,” I said. “We don’t. You evicted me. I’m gone.”
“You stole our furniture!” my father bellowed.
“I took my furniture,” I corrected. “I have the receipts. Do you want me to email them to the police?”
Bella pushed her face into the camera. “You have to co-sign the loan! I’m going to get kicked out!”
“I’m not signing anything,” I said. “Brooke is family, remember? Ask Brooke.”
Bella let out a primal scream of frustration. “I hate you!”
“The feeling is mutual,” I said. “Now get off my porch before I call the cops for trespassing.”
They stood there for a minute, impotent rage radiating off them. Then, slowly, they turned and walked away.
I went into the kitchen. Grace was coloring at the table. She looked up, eyes wide.
“Was that Grandma?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Is she mad?”
“She’s having big feelings,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “But they aren’t our feelings to fix.”
Grace smiled and went back to her coloring.
Chapter 5: The Collapse
Two months later, the final domino fell.
I received a letter from a foreclosure attorney. It was addressed to me as a “party of interest” because my name was still technically on the deed of my parents’ house, even though I didn’t own it.
They were three months behind on the mortgage.
Without my contribution, they couldn’t afford the payments. They had spent years living beyond their means, using my rent money to float their lifestyle. With me gone, the math didn’t work.
I called the attorney. “Take my name off the deed,” I said. “I’ll sign whatever you need. I want no claim to that property.”
A week later, Bella dropped out. She couldn’t get a loan without a co-signer, and my parents’ credit was shot. She moved back home. Into the empty house.
I heard through Lauren that it was a war zone over there. My mother was blaming my father for not making more money. My father was blaming Bella for being expensive. Bella was blaming everyone.
And me?
I was promoted at work. I bought Grace a puppy. We painted her room lavender.
On Grace’s eighth birthday, a card arrived in the mail. No return address.
Inside was a $20 bill and a note from my mother.
Jessica, we’re struggling. Please call us. We miss Grace.
I looked at the $20. The price of my daughter’s love, apparently.
I handed the bill to Grace. “Put this in your piggy bank.”
I threw the note in the trash.
Chapter 6: The Peace of Ruins
Six months post-eviction.
I was sitting on my balcony, drinking coffee, watching the sunset. My phone buzzed. It was a Zillow notification.
42 Evergreen Terrace is now on the market.
My parents’ house. They were selling. Downsizing to a rental apartment.
I scrolled through the photos. The living room was still empty, save for a cheap folding chair and a TV on the floor. It looked pathetic. It looked like justice.
I felt a twinge of sadness—not for them, but for the little girl I used to be, the one who tried so hard to be good enough. But then I looked through the glass door at Grace, laughing as she tried to teach the puppy to sit.
She would never know that feeling. She would never know what it felt like to be a resource instead of a person. She would never find a note on Christmas morning telling her she wasn’t wanted.
I closed the app. I blocked the number for the last time.
I had lost my parents, yes. But I had saved my daughter. And I had saved myself.
And that was a trade I would make a thousand times over.
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