Chapter 5

Jason came home on the fifth day. He wasn't here for me. He was here to grab his stuff.

He walked in carrying a black trash sack and went straight to the bedroom.

I was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through my phone, not bothering to look up.

He spent about ten minutes rummaging around in the bedroom. The closet doors kept opening and closing. Drawers were pulled out and shoved back in, over and over.

Finally, he came out with the trash bag stuffed to the brim. Inside were his clothes, razor, chargers, and a pack of cigarettes from…