I walk into my house and close the door, locking it with a new code that only I know. I spend the rest of the evening resetting the security system and pouring the wine they left behind down the kitchen sink.
My father texts me later that night. “I’m sorry, Katelyn. I should have stood up to her. I didn’t know the house was yours.”
I don’t reply. I sit on my balcony and watch the moon rise over the Atlantic. For the first time in my life, I am not just invisible; I am truly, finally free.
THE END.
