Terms of Severance

Nadia.

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They sat in their bedroom. My parents. They sat on a sofa with grim looks on their faces. My dad leaned forward with his hands interlocked between his knees as his legs trembled. My mom was beside him, a worried look on her face.

"You can't be sure about that. What if you're just being paranoid?"

My dad shook his head. "I'm not being paranoid. He found me. He found us at last."

"But…"

"He