days since I swi

e. On the fourth morning, I finally made myself do the thing I'd been putting off since the night I w

and some small, unguarded part of me wasn't sure I trusted myself around him yet, wasn't sure the resolve I'd built over three days of silence would survive one more conversation in that house. But leaving my

we

ing, completely unaffected by the fact that my entire life had come apart three da

le," he said, straighten

t should have. "Please don't call me

Of course. I

rt. I felt eyes on me as I walked, some warm, some sliding away quickly, uncomfortable. I didn't stop to talk to anyone. I kept wal

tween the two for a moment longer than I needed to, and felt the same argument from my front door start up again in my chest. This was proof, laid out in hangers and empty space, of exactly how much of this house had ever r

he necklace. The c

morning. I was smiling in that photograph, really smiling, the kind of smile I hadn't managed again until three nights ago in a r

hered, proof that I could walk away without needing to destroy anything on my way out. But I didn't want proof of how bad

photograp

packed the rest quickly after that, everyth

ag over my shoulder, when it

doorway, still in

already packed ev

l smile, tired but ste

s trying to work out what I wasn't saying, and for one unsteady second I felt the truth rise in my throat again, the same truth I'd swallowed twice already th

idn

he familiar scent of him, close enough that some ol

ng," he said behind

, and let that be the moment I closed the door

or money," I said. "I

didn't look back once the doors closed between us. Whatever I still felt standing in that hallway, I

up both halves and fit them back together in his hands, and there they were again, the two of them on their wedding day, her smile real and warm

eady closed three floors below him, telling himself he was only curious about why she'd torn it, and knowing, somewhere he wasn't r