Edwin's POV The decision to leave the family apartment didn't come lightly.I had stood in the doorway of my bedroom for nearly twenty minutes before I even reached for the duffel bag on the top shelf of the closet , the battered olive-green one I'd used for weekend trips and forgotten about for years. Pulling it down felt like an admission, and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. But my hands moved anyway, as though some quieter, braver part of me had already made the decision and was simply waiting for the rest of me to catch up.As I packed, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread moving through me in slow alternating waves. The silence in the apartment was deafening , no more shouting, no more accusations, no more of Victor's voice cutting through the rooms like something designed to wound. No more stifling tension pressing against my chest like a heavy weight I'd grown so accustomed to carrying that I'd stopped noticing it was there. But the silence also felt hollow, emptie
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