He is gone… but what broke me was not only that

I didn’t answer. My heart was already empty. There was no room for her bitterness.

Then she did the unthinkable.

Garbage bags were scattered across the grass. Toys, clothes, books—Ava’s pink blanket was tangled in the bushes.

She cried. Noah stood there, stunned. The house key no longer fit.

I banged on the door. Eleanor opened it, satisfied.

“You are not welcome here. This house belongs to me. Take your brats and leave.”

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