I sat on the floor and remembered packing it that morning, my hands moving automatically as I listened to Kyle tell me I’d come crawling back.

I had not known where I would sleep.

I had not known whether I could afford childcare.

I had not known how the financial case would end or whether Kendall would stand by her account.

I had known only that I could not stay and agree to disappear.

I opened the suitcase and found a tiny navy sock that had slipped into the lining.

It belonged to Miles when he was eight weeks old.