I didn’t wait. Not for the end of the dinner, not for another conversation, not for anything. The moment I could leave without drawing attention, I did. Quietly. Carefully. Exactly the way they would never expect me to. The hallway was empty when I slipped out of the dining room, the noise behind me fading with every step I took. Laughter, glasses, voices—it all blurred into something distant. Unimportant. Like it belonged to a life I was already stepping out of. I didn’t rush. That was the key. Rushing meant panic, and panic meant mistakes. I walked like I had somewhere to be, like everything was normal, like I wasn’t about to disappear from my own life. The stairs creaked slightly beneath my weight as I climbed them, but no one called out. No one followed. Of course they didn’t. Why would they? To them, I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Still theirs. Still under control. Still the girl who would walk down that aisle tomorrow and hand everything over without
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