So I walked past him.
Down the stairs.
Through the kitchen.
Out the front door.
I did not take the suitcase. Those clothes had been touched by their plan.
I drove to the house that had always belonged to me.
My house looked exactly as I had left it.
Solid.
Quiet.
Untouched.
That night, I slept without waking.
By morning, my phone was full of missed calls and messages from Daniel. I blocked his number and made coffee.
An hour later, Daniel and Norma appeared at my door.
I opened it with the security chain still in place.
“Elena,” Daniel said. “Can we come in?”
“No.”
Norma stepped forward.
“This is ridiculous.”
I smiled.
“Do you know what’s ridiculous? Trying to get someone to sign over property fifty-three days into a marriage.”
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