I Worked All Night—Then Came Home To Find My Family Had “Decided”

wasn’t cleaning. This was erasing. This was repurposing. This was “your child doesn’t live here anymore.”

My throat tightened. “Kora?” I called softly.

Nothing.

The closet door was open, hangers mostly bare. Her backpack was gone. My hands went cold.

I turned back into the hallway where Allison was leaning against the wall, examining her nails.

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