herself.
By six in the morning, I had found a small apartment I could rent temporarily.
By seven, my suitcase was standing near the front door.
I left a folder on the kitchen table.
When Daniel walked into the kitchen, yawning and expecting his usual morning coffee, he stopped cold.
There was no coffee waiting for him.
Instead, there were bank documents, confirmation of the insurance changes, and a copy of the property deed.
On top of the folder, I had left a short note.
“You were right. Paper changes
