The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

to the bare drywall at eye level, directly opposite the front door where it couldn’t possibly be missed.

It looked like an official condemnation notice. In a way, it was exactly that.

I was condemning him to the life he could actually afford on his own.

I checked my watch. Five fifteen.

Brandon would be leaving his office soon, sitting in traffic, probably continue reading …