him on the patio.
“She’s too independent,” she said.
“Leave her before she realizes you can do better. Take everything you bought.”
Daniel laughed.
“What about the house?”
“Especially the house.”
That was when I stopped hoping the marriage could be saved.
Instead, I prepared.
Now Daniel moved through the rooms with two movers, pointing out what to take.
“The sectional. Dining table. Bedroom set. Appliances.”
Margaret followed with a clipboard as if running an estate sale.
When Daniel unplugged the refrigerator, he glanced at me.
“You’re seriously not going
