Not broken.
Finished.
I smiled.
“Okay.”
Jason blinked.
“Okay?”
“You want me gone. I can respect that.”
Diane’s expression shifted for half a second.
She’d expected tears.
An argument.
Maybe another excuse to call me unstable.
Instead, I stood, carried my plate to the kitchen, and opened my phone.
At 6:42 p.m., I texted my realtor.
At 6:48, I canceled the catering order for the family Christmas party.
At 7:03, I emailed my attorney.
At 7:15, I scheduled every utility under my name to end when the sale closed.
Nobody noticed.
They were too busy laughing in the dining room.
Three days later, I accepted an all-cash offer from a couple who’d been trying to buy the property for two years.
Closing was set for December 20.
The following Saturday, I packed my belongings before sunrise.
I left one envelope on the kitchen counter.
Inside was a single note.
You asked me to disappear.
