“Pack your things and go home,” he said.
“We just got married yesterday.”
“Then yesterday was a mistake.”
“Because of Travis?”
His fingers dug into the armrest. “Leave.”
I stepped back, shaking. “No. Say it properly. Don’t hide behind one-word cruelty.”
“Then yesterday was a mistake.”
He looked at me then.
“Get out, Maggie.”
There he was.
“You owe me an explanation.”
“I don’t want to explain.”
“There it is,” I whispered.
His eyes flicked toward me.
“You didn’t become the boy from high school again,” I said. “He never left.”
I packed with shaking hands, pulled a coat over my nightgown, and drove home.
“You owe me an explanation.”
***
Matilda called while I sat on the hallway floor.
“I’m coming over.”
“No,” I said.
“Maggie.”
“Just stay on the phone.”
Her voice softened. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, but he threw me out. Maybe some part of me never fully trusted it,” I whispered. “I kept my apartment, didn’t I?”
