I didn’t yell. I didn’t break anything. I didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing my pain. I turned around, walked out quietly, and left without a word. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, my decision was made.

Every card was blocked. Every lock was changed. Every account was secured.

But that wasn’t the end.

The taxi was still waiting outside. I opened the door and got in. “Airport,” I said flatly.

The driver glanced at me in the mirror. “Airport? You just got home.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared out the window, my reflection blending with the passing lights. Claire. Her laughter.