He Told Me to Leave, and I Did.
The door shut behind me with a final click that echoed in my bones.
He didn't chase me.
He didn't stop me.
He just stood there and told me to leave.
"Leave, Minji."
So I did. With shaky hands, a small suitcase, and a heart that felt like it had just been ripped out of my chest.
But I didn't go back to the mansion I grew up in. I couldn't face Jieun.
I called a taxi and gave the only address that came to mind—Eunjung's.
The ride there was quiet. Just the low hum of traffic and the sound of my breathing, still uneven from everything that had happened.
The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror a few times, maybe wondering why a girl with puffy red eyes and a haunted face was riding through the city alone this late at night.
But he didn't ask. He just drove.
When we finally pulled up in front of Eunjung's apartment, I almost couldn't move. My legs were stiff, my fingers frozen around the handle of my suitcase.
