For a second… I thought — maybe he would stop.
Maybe he would turn it into a joke.
Maybe—
“I wish you were never born.”
The words didn’t echo.
They didn’t need to.
They landed exactly… where they were meant to.
On me.
And for a moment… everything slowed down.
No one laughed.
No one reacted.
My step…
For a second… I thought — maybe he would stop.
Maybe he would turn it into a joke.
Maybe—
“I wish you were never born.”
The words didn’t echo.
They didn’t need to.
They landed exactly… where they were meant to.
On me.
And for a moment… everything slowed down.
No one laughed.
No one reacted.
My stepmother gave a small nod… like she agreed.
My sister lifted her phone…
and started recording.
Recording…
Like this was something… worth saving.
I looked around the table.
Forty people.
Forty witnesses.