My brother stole my ATM card and withdrew all the money from my account. After empty my account, he kicked me out of the house, saying, “Your work

Instead, I saw my suitcase placed by the front door.

At first, I assumed my mother had been tidying and moved it from the hallway closet. Then I realized it was packed. My clothes were neatly folded inside. My laptop charger had been shoved into a side pocket. My toiletries were sealed in a plastic bag. This wasn’t packing. It was eviction.

Laughter drifted from the kitchen.