Seraphina didn't get to prepare for dinner.
At 4 PM, her phone rang. It was her brother, Zane.
"Phina," Zane whispered. He sounded terrified. "Dad wants you home. Now. Uncle Arthur is here. Grandfather Arthur."
"I'm not coming, Zane," she said. "I'm done with them."
"They say... they say if you don't come, they'll sign an affidavit for Vance. Supporting his claim that you're mentally unstable. They'll testify that you've always been 'troubled'."
Seraphina closed her eyes. The Reed family. Her "blood." They had never cared for her, only tolerated her as long as she was useful. Now, she was a liability, or a pawn.
"I'm coming."
She drove her beat-up sedan to the Reed Estate in upstate New York. It was a crumbling gothic mansion that smelled of mold and old money that had long since evaporated.
She walked into the parlor. It was funereal.
Her father, Richard Reed, sat in the corner, looking weak. Her Uncle Silas and Grandfather Arthur sat at the main table like judges. Her sister, Cynthia, was scrolling on her phone, looking bored.
"You embarrassed us," Arthur started, his voice wheezing.
"The Vance family called. They say you're causing trouble," Silas sneered. He was a large, sweaty man who had gambled away half the family fortune. "Divorce? Disgraceful."
"I didn't choose this," Seraphina said.
"Vance offers a settlement," Arthur said, sliding a paper across the table. "He says if we get you to sign this NDA, he will forgive the loan he gave the family business last year."
Seraphina looked at them. They were selling her out. Again.
"You want me to sign away my rights so you don't have to pay your debts?"
"It's for the family!" Silas roared. "You selfish girl! You've always been a burden. We took you in, raised you..."
"You barely fed me," Seraphina cut in, her voice cold. "I raised myself in this house while you ignored me."
Cynthia looked up. "Don't be dramatic, Phina. Just sign it. Ethan is rich. You can't beat him."
"I'm not signing," Seraphina said.
Arthur banged the table. "You are a Reed! You do what is best for the clan!"
"I am not a Reed," Seraphina said. "Not anymore."
"If you don't sign," Arthur hissed, "We will go to the press. We will tell them every lie Vance wants us to tell. We will say you are crazy. We will say you stole from us too."
Seraphina looked at her family. A nest of vipers. She was tired of the poison.
"You want money?" she asked softly.
She reached into her bag. She pulled out her checkbook. It was her personal savings account. The one she had built up slowly, secretly, dollar by dollar from odd jobs and selling sketches online under a pseudonym.
She clicked her pen. She wrote furiously.
She ripped the check out and held it up.
"Two hundred thousand dollars," she said.
Silas laughed. "That's it? That's pocket change."
"It's everything I have," Seraphina said. "It's every cent I saved to escape this life. You can have it. To pay off part of the loan."
Arthur looked at the check. Greed warred with pride. Greed won.
"And what do we give you for this pittance?"
"Freedom," Seraphina said. "I want a document, signed by all of you, stating that I am of sound mind and that you have no claim on me or my future assets. A complete severance of the family tie."
"Done," Arthur said, snatching the check. "We never liked you anyway."
Zane stepped up from the corner. "Phina, don't give them your savings. You'll be broke."
"I'd rather be broke and free than rich and shackled to you people," Seraphina said.
She waited while they drafted the document. It was crude, but legal. They signed it.
She took the paper. She felt lighter.
"Goodbye, Mr. Reed," she addressed her father formally.
She walked out. Zane followed her to the car.
"I'm sorry," Zane said, grabbing her door handle. "I'm a coward."
"You're a survivor, Zane. Get out when you can," she touched his hand.
She drove away, watching the mansion shrink in the rearview mirror. She had zero dollars in her bank account now. She couldn't even pay for gas to get back to the city.
Her phone buzzed. Julian.
"I'm outside your motel," Julian's voice was impatient. "Where are you?"
"I... I had to run an errand," she stammered. "I'm an hour away."
"An hour? We had a 7 PM reservation."
"I'm sorry. Something came up. Family."
"Family is usually the problem," Julian muttered. "Drive safe. I'll order takeout. Come to my office instead."
