She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

soft gray paint I’d chosen over the builder beige that came with the place.

The first pale streaks of winter sunrise slipped through the blinds.

“Enjoy it,” I whispered to the empty room. “Enjoy the light while you can.”

I rolled my suitcases silently down the hall and left a single note on the kitchen counter, next to the house keys.

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