The Agreement of Erasure

y knees, hands clutching the hem of her dre

re pathetic." She kicked my hands away. The love I us

. And with his signature on that transfer document, there' s nothing he can do." My

er from the living room. She re-entered, ordered me to stop making noise, and when I begged for a doctor, she loc

oom, bleeding. My phone buzzed with an email from Sophia: an "Agreement" to erase me from my own l

Was it always a lie? As I lay there, helpless and broken, a cold resolve settled in my