Chapter 4

We didn't go home to wait for him. We went home to pack.

The house was dark. Ethan still wasn't back.

I pulled two suitcases from the garage. I emptied Clara's room, then mine.

I didn't take the jewelry he gave me. I didn't take the leased car he bought to look rich. I took what was ours and nothing that was his.

Then I went into the master closet and looked at the wall.

Ninety-nine yellow notes. A year of a father choosing someone else's child, written in a nine-year-old's handwriting.

I peeled off every one.

I carried the…