The Final Goodbye
I spelled it out for them, each word deliberate.
Apparently, my defiance was too much for them. They lost all patience and snapped.
"If you're so set on leaving, then you're leaving everything behind. Those clothes you're wearing were bought with Cunningham money, right? Strip them off!"
I could not help but let a wry smile across my face. Without a word, I began peeling off my clothes.
In the dead of winter, the front door stood ajar, letting the biting cold wind whip through, sending shivers down my spine. My exposed skin quickly turned a frostbitten shade of blue and purple, a chill that paled in comparison to the ache in my heart.