Chapter 4

I closed the front door behind me and dragged my suitcase into the rain.

The door did not open again.

Daniel did not come after me. He did not call my name.

He had told me to stay with my mother for a few days until I calmed down. To him, my leaving was nothing more than a temporary outburst.

For nine years, I had always been the first to compromise after an argument.

All he had to do was stand still and wait.

Wait for me to finish crying. Wait for me to blame myself. Wait for me to…