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

He didn’t know the table he was so smugly leaning against was inventory too.

He didn’t know the light fixture illuminating his triumphant moment was registered inventory.

Upstairs in the guest room—because he’d already moved Kylie into what used to be our master bedroom—I closed the door behind me and took a long, steadying breath. I didn’t cry. I didn’t continue reading …