Elise’s closet gaped open, and empty hangers swayed slightly from the air conditioning. Every drawer had been cleaned out. Her jewelry box was gone, and even her toothbrush was missing from our bathroom.
Twenty years of life together were erased in what couldn’t have been more than a few hours. I raced out of the bedroom and that’s when I noticed it: a bottle of floor cleaner sitting in the middle of our dining table. Strange, since Elise was meticulous about putting everything in its proper place.
“Keep it shiny for the next one!
Goodbye!”
“What does this mean? Elise?” I called out again. “This isn’t funny!”
I grabbed my phone and rang her.
But the call went straight to voicemail. “Elise, please, what’s going on? Just… just call me back.
Please.”
I tried her sister next. Caroline answered on the third ring. “I know she’s been planning this, Johnny.
She made me promise not to tell you.”
“Three months. Maybe longer.”
“And you didn’t think to warn me?”
“She’s my sister, Johnny.
What was I supposed to do?”
I ended the call, my hands shaking. Three months? She’d been planning to leave me for three months, all while sleeping beside me, sharing meals, and discussing our future?
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