Colleen Whitmore — The Suitcase Dennis Never Thought to Open
“Not to have to go back,” I said.
“And after that?”
I stared at her.
“I haven’t thought that far.”
“Try.”
I went home and wrote down what a future might look like: a small apartment with sunlight, work that mattered, a savings account no one could access without my consent, and maybe a garden.
I didn’t write that I wanted Dennis ruined.
I wrote that I wanted to be free.
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