My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House
I pulled a navy blue carry-on suitcase from the top shelf of the closet and laid it flat on the bed.
I opened my dresser drawers.
I folded three days of clothes and placed them in the suitcase.
I packed my toothbrush in a plastic bag, coiled up my phone charger, and added a small stack of manila client folders I had brought home from the project management office.
I moved methodically, letting the routine of packing keep my hands steady.
I walked into the home office down the hall.