CADE
I would always do everything for the people I loved. That was just who I was—no matter how much I tried to pretend otherwise. If they were in pain, I felt it acutely. If they cried, I could feel their anguish in my chest. It didn’t matter whether they knew how deeply I felt or even if they wanted me to carry that weight.
The truth was—living this kind of life was… exhausting.
So many nights, I longed to disappear. I wanted to close the door on everything, to retreat into silence and solitude.
But I couldn’t.
Because out there, someone always needed saving. And more than anyone, she did.
I stared out the kitchen window, my knuckles tense as I leaned against the counter. My mother stood behind me, quietly drying a dish, while my dad sipped coffee at the table, both of them watch
