She didn’t look back.
Dust bunnies. A single mismatched sock she’d been looking for since March. And a small, flat box wrapped in brown paper, tied with kitchen twine. Home Together Version 0.25.1
Her name was written on top in Mark’s messy cursive: Lena. She didn’t look back
The rain began to slow.
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Lena wiped her hands on her jeans and walked to the bedroom. The apartment felt different tonight. Smaller. The walls seemed to lean in as she crossed the threshold. She knelt on the hardwood, the cold seeping through the fabric of her socks, and lowered her head to the floor.