Staring at the gutted shell of the apartment, the crushing weight that had sat on my chest for years finally lifted. I felt lighter. Free.
I didn't linger. I turned my back on the empty rooms, went home, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, the shrill ringing of my phone jarred me awake. Before I could even say hello, my mother's hysterical voice assaulted my ear.
"Sarah! Your brother and Diana are tearing each other apart!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Someone is going to get killed!"
