I GOT SERIOUSLY ILL OUT OF NOWHERE

day I got sick to the state of my home now. I watch his face change. Anger. Shock. Disbelief.

“She said… she told me you were fine. That you didn’t want visitors. That you needed space.”

“She lied.”

He rubs his forehead. “And the boxes? The stuff in the car?”

I meet his eyes. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

“No. God, no.”

He stands suddenly, pacing. “I trusted continue reading …