« No! »
« You want to keep the nursery waiting for his ghost? »
« God, Kate! You can’t stay in a place like this alone. »
« Watch me. »
He stared at me over his shoulder.
That look delivered a thousand criticisms and judgements.
« I’ll come back for the rest of my things next week, » he said.
« You can’t take my home! » I yelled after him as he walked away.
« I’ll come back for the rest of my things next week, »
The front door had closed behind him with a soft, final click.
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