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

“God, Audrey, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be,” he snapped. “Personal belongings means your personal stuff. Your clothes, your books, your makeup, the kinds of things that would fit in a suitcase or a moving box.” He gestured vaguely around the room. “But the house itself stays exactly as it is. The furniture stays. The appliances continue reading …