"At six years old, I was handed a loaded question that destroyed my family. I chose wrong. Now, twenty years later, I finally opened the basement door. They told me I was a traitor at age six. I sat at the kitchen table, trembling, while my stepfather held a stopwatch and my mother packed a single bag. ""Choose, Leo,"" he whispered, sliding a plate of cold spaghetti toward me. ""Her or the house? Her or your toys? Her... or safety?"" I didn't understand the consequences then. I didn't know that