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

the hand-woven Persian rug that Kylie was now carelessly spilling crumbs onto while she ate overpriced takeout.

He said I could take my personal belongings. He said anything that added value to the house had to stay.

He had absolutely no idea what he’d just agreed to. No concept whatsoever of the legal trap he’d just walked into with his eyes wide open.continue reading …