Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

I smiled and asked him how his day was. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe part of me needed time to think. To plan.

Over the next few days, I started noticing everything. The way he checked his phone every ten minutes. How he suddenly started working “late.” I didn’t confront him. Not yet.

Instead, I started detaching quietly. I moved some of my clothes continue reading …