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Chapter 1 - THE SILENT DEPARTUREI didn’t look back as I pulled out of the driveway. My hands were steady on the wheel, my heart oddly quiet. The house—that brick-and-mortar prison of guilt—faded in the rearview mirror. My phone buzzed again: Paul Whitaker: The funds have been fully verified. Where would you like the private security team to meet you?

I typed: To the airport. I’m done with this life.

For four years, I had been the family's ATM, their therapist, and their scapegoat. Now, I was finally a ghost.

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