The metallic click of the SUV key fob dropping into my palm echoed in my mind as my fingers locked tight around the cold plastic.

I closed my fingers around the cold metal and limped straight past Linda into the front hallway.

Ethan trailed two steps behind me, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Camila, wait a second,” he said, clearing his throat before speaking up.

“You don’t have to pack everything right now.”

I didn’t stop.

I pulled the canvas tote bag off the closet hook and swung it over my left shoulder.