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I heard her exhale on the other end. Then her voice came back, firm and certain.

“I’m on the fuckin’ way.”

Relief flooded through me so fast I almost started crying.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Just be ready. I’m leaving now.”

She hung up.

I stood there in the middle of the living room, phone still in my hand, heart pounding.

I’d done it.

I’d made the choice.

Now I just had to follow through.

I walked back to the bedroom and started gathering my things. I didn’t have much—just the clothes I’d been wearing when Amai brought me here, my phone, my wallet.

I moved quickly, efficiently, trying not to think too hard about what I was doing.

Because if I thought about it—if I let myself feel the full weight of walking away from Amai after last night—I might not be able to do it.

And I had to do it.

For me. For my baby. For the life I was trying to build.

I couldn’t be a pawn anymore.

I couldn’t let other people make decisions about my body, my future, my child.

I needed to take control.

Even if it meant walking away from the man I was falling in love with.

Even if it meant facing whatever came next alone.

I zipped up my bag and stood in the doorway of the bedroom, looking back at the bed where Amai and I had slept last night.

The sheets were still rumpled. The pillows still held the impression of our heads.

It had felt so safe. So right.

But safety was an illusion when it came with conditions. When it required me to give up my autonomy. When it meant trusting someone else to tell me the truth about my own life.

I turned away and walked out of the room.

I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

I didn’t know how Amai would react when he came back and found me gone.

I didn’t know if I was making the right choice.

But I knew I was makingmychoice.

And that was enough.