At my own graduation, my father sla:pped me so hard my cap hit the floor, then hurled my diploma into the campus fountain. “You’re having a
The 40-foot screen didn’t just show numbers; it displayed the ironclad proof of what they planned to do to me the moment the ceremony ended. Horrified gasps ripped through the crowd of three thousand as my mother’s recorded voice leaked through the speakers, coldly calculating the price of my forced disappearance. Ethan didn’t even make…