Escaping My Toxic Family

Summary

Late at night, an email landed in my inbox. The sender address was my own, but the digital timestamp read ten years into the future.

I unzipped the attached folder. Inside was a collection of explicit, degrading photos. The face in those photos was mine, but the eyes were hollow, stripped of any life.

The body of the email dripped with absolute despair.

"Do not touch the sweet almond stew tonight."

"Grace drugged it. She needs to clear Tyler's debt with the loan sharks, and she is selling you tonight to pay for it."