Part 3: The Suitcase by the Door Was for Him
I returned to the condo shortly before six and placed a medium rolling suitcase beside the front door. I did not pack anything into it because I had already decided it was not mine.
Twenty minutes later, Alejandro came home and noticed it immediately.
“What is this supposed to mean?”
“We need to talk.”
He sighed as though I were inconveniencing him.
“Not this again, Mariana.”
“I met with Chloe today.”
His entire body stiffened.
“You went to her office? Are you completely out of your mind?”
For seven years, that accusation had been enough to make me question myself, apologize, and retreat. This time, it did nothing.
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