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"And then?" "Then I realized money was never what mattered. Success was never what made me valuable. I was chasing—validation. Proof I was smart. Proof I was worthy. Proof I—mattered. But you cannot prove that with money. You cannot buy worth. You cannot—earn value. You just have it. Or you do not. And I did not. Not because I was broke. Because I was empty. Had nothing inside except need to prove something. To someone. To everyone. To—myself."

I stared at the words floating in front of my face. The heat at the back of my neck climbed to my scalp. A person has two kidneys. You can donate one and live. A person has one heart–trade your heart and you die. She wanted my daughter dead. I did not know yet whether the floating text was real or a hallucination. It did not matter. I was not letting my daughter take a scratch. I slammed my palm down on the table and stood up.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

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The books I had cherished, once neatly organized, and the clothes I had carefully folded and placed in the corner, were now being sold off as if they were garbage. "What are you doing here?" Mom asked, her voice pulling me back to the present. I looked wistfully at the books tossed carelessly into burlap sacks. Then, with a heavy tone, I asked, "Where is Marianne?" "She's dead."

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Nothing more. Snapping my mind away from that tiny, negligible detail, I read the message yet again. 'If you ever wonder whether you mattered, yes. More than you know.' My lips pull until I feel the resulting strain on my facial muscles. I rub my fingertips along the written letters, almost as if doing so would allow them to sip into my bloodstream. The writing is nothing showy, just dark blue ink pressed onto paper using a ballpoint. Nothing special, no extra effort put into penning the message, but the content of the letter pays for the lack of effort a dozen times over.

“Not as leverage. As… interest.” Ice slid through my veins. “Interest?” My voice thinned. “He wants to know why you matter to me.” The room tilted, not physically, but emotionally…..like the ground had shifted a fraction beneath my feet. “And why do I matter to you?” I asked. Soft. Bare. Unhidden. He turned back to me. Not avoiding. Not deflecting. Not controlling. Facing. Me. “You matter,” he said, “because you are the one thing he can’t break without breaking me.”