No more perfume bottles nudged out of place. No more sweaters folded wrong. No more drawers that felt foreign. My things were just where I left them. And the air in the room? It felt still. Peaceful. Honest.
Later that night, I passed Jennifer in the hallway.
She was coming out of the guest bathroom, her eyes low, her shoulders drawn in. She saw me, paused, and then quickly looked away.
She didn’t say a word, and neither did I. I didn’t need to. She knew now, and that was enough.
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