The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

his debts.

The slap wasn’t the beginning.

It was just the first time he hit me where other people could see.

In the last box, I found a red folder.

Inside was a copy of the manila photograph from my apartment.

And behind it, five more photos.

Jolene at a grocery store.

Jolene outside her gym.

Jolene walking into my building with coffee in both hands.

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