Chapter 3: Dreams, Bruises, and Empty Rooms
In the end, all I got was betrayal—from my boyfriend and my best friend.
Now, all those dreams just felt empty. The house? Just another place I’d have to leave behind. Again.
I was so stupid. I covered my face, sobbing. How could I have missed all the signs?
I felt every mistake, every blind spot, like a stack of bricks on my chest. My sobs shook my whole body, but I let them. There was nothing left to hide.
Message notifications kept chiming. Mrs. Ramirez and another aunt wiped my tears, and the streamer girl angled her phone for the live broadcast.
Each ding was like a rope, pulling me back from the edge. Mrs. Ramirez dabbed my cheeks with a tissue, gentle as ever. The streamer girl gave me a thumbs-up, mouthing, "You got this." I managed a shaky smile.
An aunt squeezed in with her border collie: “Let it go. With my dog there, that jerk won’t even try anything.”
The border collie wagged like she was on a secret mission. The aunt patted my back, voice warm and steady. "We’ve got you."
An old man piped up, “I’ll go. I’m eighty. If he yells at me, I’ll just drop to the floor and fake a heart attack.”
He winked, and the crowd cracked up. Somebody muttered, "Oscar’s got more drama than daytime TV." So true.
"My Maddie is great at crying. Let her come and wail."
A little girl piped up, already sniffling on cue. Her mom looked proud. "She’s a natural."
“My son’s not great with words—take him along so he can learn to roast people.”
A shy teen shuffled his feet, blushing. "I’ll try," he mumbled, and everyone cheered.
"I’ve got mental health documentation, so if I snap, I’ve got proof!"
Someone waved a laminated card, grinning. The lawyer rolled his eyes but grinned back. Classic Maple Heights.
The lawyer half-laughed, half-cried: “Don’t make trouble. Maya, what do you really want?”
He looked me dead in the eye, serious now. "What’s the endgame here?" he asked, voice soft. "Let’s figure it out before we storm the castle."
I was blank. What did I even want?
My mind spun. Did I want revenge? Closure? Just my stuff? I just wanted it to stop hurting. That’s all.













