I Left Before They Got Home

stop, ask a question, look at me like I was his wife and not some stray dog making trouble near the grill.

He had no answer for that.

Just stood there with supermarket roses sweating in a metal bucket beside him.

I left him in produce.

Three days later, Chloe emailed me.

Not text. Email.

Subject line: I found the appraisal.

Inside was one sentence.

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