“He’s Not Moving Away From Me,” She Said. I Packed My Bags and Left Them Both Behind

of my new neighborhood—the distant call of frogs from the wetlands, the rustle of wind through established trees, the peaceful quiet of a life that was finally, entirely mine.

My phone buzzed once more. Ethan: This isn’t over. We need to talk about this properly.

I typed back: Yes, it is. And no, we don’t. I wish you well, Ethan. I really do. But this continue reading …