Berr

d. I hesitated, then answered. His fur

ou trying to ruin us completely?" He threatened m

. My father often said, "Once you marry out, you're dead to this family." He made it clear I was no longer pa

favorite hairpin, a delicate silver piece, was sti

ver gave me. And I would rather face

r a long stretch. The cold bit into my bones. I reached the door, pushing it open. My father stood inside. I had barely s

t his desperation did not lessen his anger. He hit me hard. I stumbled, fa

er! She brought

You threw it away! You dared to divorce him when the fam

arby table for support. My voi

things. I will leave after I get t

stairs. He kept yel

hing from this family? You want to leave us t

. My father held my grandmother's silver hairpin. H

to me! You do

ttered into tiny pieces. Shards of silver scattered everywhere. A tight str

humanity left in

my mouth. My throat burned. I coughed violently. A gush of fresh blood splattered

shrieked. "W

His face registered shoc

. That is all." I tried to normalize it,

y, but something else. Surprise, then a grotesque sort of joy. He pulled out his phone. H

antic. "She divorced you because she did not want to burden you w

to believe his lies. But then a thought pierced through me. What if Elliott felt a shred of sadness?

ed out my hand. Hope was a poison I could no

nd indifferent. My outstretched hand froze in

nnot just walk away!" He used every emotional man

e. "After the divorce, her life

pted him. "Elliott, maybe y

sted. Elliott laughed,

are we talking about no

sease. He exaggerated, demanding Elliott

He cursed, raving about how Elliott should at least give him money, e

attered silver dust of my grandmother's hairpin. I stoo

bones, chilling me inside and out. My head throbbed. My stomach churned, a bitter taste in my mout

d, my child?

ed bleeding. I wiped it away, but the blood kept flowing. Then, every

here, no one would ever know. No one would ever know what I had been