My husband left me for a younger woman and took our entire family overseas for his wedding. He texted: ‘Be gone when we return. I hate old things. I work hard, so I deserve a new life.’
The text arrived at 2:13 in the morning.
I know the exact time because I’d been lying awake anyway, staring at the ceiling fan and listening to the house settle around me the way old houses do — creaking and sighing like they’re trying to tell you something. My phone lit up on the nightstand and for one stupid, half-asleep second, I thought maybe Ethan was checking in. Maybe something had gone wrong with the trip. Maybe he’d remembered I existed.
Be gone when we return. I hate old things. I work hard, so I deserve a new life.
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