« Emergency money. »
Emergency money.
Fifty years together reduced to a bank card and a balance.
I stared at him standing by the front door with two packed suitcases while another woman waited for him in the driveway.
The woman he had chosen over me.
The woman he had been seeing while I was still cooking his meals, washing his clothes, and believing we were growing old together.
« You should have thought about emergencies before you left, » I told him.
For a moment, something crossed his face.
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