They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 38

They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 38

Savannah’s performance soon escalated again.

This time, she was no longer satisfied with public encounters and vague insinuations.

She began to invade my private space.

One Tuesday afternoon, just after my political philosophy seminar ended, a new email pinged on my phone.

Anonymous account.

No subject.

Only an attachment.

When I opened it, my fingers instantly went cold.

It was a photograph.

The entrance to the behavioral correction center in Utah.

The iron gate, the fence, the sign.

I remembered every detail.

Below the photo was a single line of text.

“Sister, I just want you to come home. They said this place can help families reconcile.”

I stared at the words, and my breathing hitched.

The air seemed to be sucked out of the room.

She knew.

She knew what I feared most, and she knew exactly where my deepest wound was.

She was deliberately poking it, pressing down hard.

She wanted to see me break. She wanted me to rush over and confront her. As long as I lost control, she could once again become the innocent victim, terrified by her “problematic older sister” in front of everyone.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to look away from the gate in the photo.