My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

One of those ordinary, numb evenings that feel interchangeable with a hundred others, until my phone lit up against the dark.

A new message from “Mom.”

My stomach tightened the way it always did at that name, that old reflex of dread I had never quite managed to unlearn. I picked up the phone and tapped the notification open.

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