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

even recognize. Where’s the soda? Where are the frozen pizzas? This place is so depressing.”

I paused in my packing, a silk blouse forgotten in my hands.

She was staring into an engineering masterpiece and complaining about the lack of junk food.

“Sorry, babe,” Brandon called from the living room where he was watching television. “You know Audrey. She’s continue reading …