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

have to worry one bit about scratches on the floor.”

He laughed at what he assumed was an empty threat from a defeated woman. He didn’t know I was already mentally calculating the complete inventory list in my head.

He didn’t know the sofa Kylie was lounging on wasn’t legally considered a permanent fixture. It was movable inventory purchased by my LLC.continue reading …