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Chapter 4

Autor: June Wilder
At seven thirty the next evening, the house was packed with people.

Mom and Dad had invited some close relatives and family friends over to celebrate Brie's college graduation and her new car.

I'd already packed the last of my things in my room.

Dad knocked twice on my door, his voice cold. "Corinne, come out and prepare the dessert. Look how good Brie is, spending time with everyone. Stop hiding in your room all the time."

I checked my watch.

Thirty minutes until eight.

I opened the door, went to the kitchen, and picked up a fruit knife.

One of my cousins, Vanessa Lewis, was sitting on the couch, scrolling through the news on her phone. "The world is terrifying these days. Look at this. The police just busted a child trafficking ring."

She shook her head. "Apparently, to keep the kids under control, the traffickers would force the older ones to lure younger children in for them. It's sick."

The living room went quiet for a moment.

Brie sighed, her gaze drifting toward me. "I've always felt so sorry for Corinne. She was with those people for five years... She must've gone through things the rest of us can't even imagine."

She paused before continuing, "I've heard that some kidnapped kids are forced to help the traffickers just to survive... Of course, Corinne was so young back then. Even if she did do something bad, you can't really blame her..."

She let the sentence trail off.

But the way everyone looked at me changed instantly.

Curiosity.

Disgust.

Even a hint of wary suspicion.

The strip of apple peel in my hand snapped and fell into the trash.

I stood and walked over to Brie. "Where did you hear the rumor that I helped the traffickers?"

Brie shrank behind Samuel. "Corinne, I was just trying to explain things to everyone..."

"Explain that I helped abduct children? The police report says I tried to escape with two other kids they were holding. The traffickers caught us and broke two of my ribs. So this thing you 'heard'—are you willing to be held responsible for spreading a lie like that?"

Brie's shoulders trembled, and she began to cry. "Corinne, I'm sorry. I remembered it wrong. You don't have to yell at me in front of everyone."

Dad slammed his cup onto the table. "What kind of attitude is that? Brie heard a couple of rumors and was trying to defend you. Do you have to make everyone uncomfortable just to prove a point?"

Samuel stepped in front of Brie protectively. "Corinne, we have a house full of guests, and you're really going to make Brie cry? We've never held those five questionable years of your life against you. Isn't that enough? Stop pushing it!"

Suddenly, the room went silent. Every whisper died.

I looked past him at Mom on the couch. She was gently wiping Brie's tears, completely unfazed by what Samuel had said. Then she gave me a cold glance.

So that was what she thought too.

Those five "questionable" years.

Outside, the sun blazed and heat shimmered in the air, but inside, I felt frozen.

The darkest years of my life, when I'd fought desperately to survive, were nothing more than an ugly stain on my past in the eyes of my own blood relatives.

The fragile family bond I'd spent fourteen years painstakingly piecing together shattered completely in that moment.

The alarm on my phone went off, pulling me from the cold that had settled inside me. It was time to leave for the train station.

I didn't bother responding to them. I turned, went back to my room, and rolled out the suitcase I'd packed hours ago.

At the sound of the wheels, the relatives in the living room stared at me in surprise.

But my family was still focused on Brie and her tears. Mom dabbed at Brie's face with a tissue. Dad murmured reassurances that she hadn't done anything wrong.

Samuel glanced at my suitcase, his frown deepening. "Corinne, aren't you a little old to be running away from home? We said a few things you didn't like, and now you're going to threaten the whole family with this?"

Mom looked up, her face full of irritation. "Let her go! If she walks out that door, she'd better never come back!"

Dad didn't even turn around. He just kept patting Brie's back.

Not one of them cared enough to ask where I was going.

I opened the front door. A wave of heat rushed inside.

Behind me, Mom was still soothing Brie. "Don't cry. Once she's had enough of struggling on her own, she'll come crawling back and apologize."

I didn't respond. I let go of the door. It slammed shut behind me. For fourteen years, I'd been knocking on that door, desperate for them to let me in.

Tonight, I finally stopped knocking.

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