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

smug grin spreading across his face like an infection.

“Yeah, whatever. Just make absolutely sure you and all your boxes are gone by noon on Sunday. The guys are coming over to watch the playoff game, and I don’t want them seeing your mess everywhere.”

I looked at him one final time—really looked at him. He was sitting on a sofa owned by my company. continue reading …