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

pit crew.

Across the street, I saw Mrs. Higgins’ curtains twitch. She was undoubtedly texting the neighborhood group chat right now: Poor Audrey is finally moving out. Such a shame.

To any outside observer, this looked like a standard high-end relocation. They expected to see boxes of clothes, maybe a sofa or two, some personal items.

They had no idea continue reading …