I PACKED MY LIFE INTO TWO SUITCASES AND WALKED OUT BEFORE HE GOT HOME
I thought I’d never be her. She silently zips up, checks the corridor for footsteps, and goes without noticing. I was this morning. TWO suitcases. One black bag. I took nothing else. I left no note. No text. I stood in the hallway gazing at those two strange watermelon-looking paintings we fought over when we…