At two o’clock I carried my bag into the hall and set it beside the closet door.

Rain beat against the porch roof in long gray ropes, and the gutters ran full.

The green pacifier was still in my coat pocket.

It clicked against my keys every time I shifted my weight.

My phone lit up with Marcus’s name.

I answered on the second ring.

“Say it,” he said.

“I’m leaving him today,” I said.