I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

held keys and receipts and two dead batteries.

Madison gave the place a long look that changed her face.

I saw it happen.

Recognition.

Not of the furniture.

Of me.

She’d never seen my life assembled before. Only the pieces she’d borrowed from it.

“This is how you wanted it?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She laughed once, ugly. “You made our house look nice and then left continue reading …