I thought I’d get a “Happy Birthday”… Instead, I got used to it.

I didn’t wait for an answer.

I went to my room and packed my bags.

Clothes. Documents. The money I’d set aside for any eventuality. Everything that was mine, or still on hand. My hands moved quickly, efficiently, as if I’d prepared for this moment without even realizing it.

Then I texted Jenna.

“If I leave tonight, can I stay at your place?”

His answer came immediately.

“Yes. Come on in.”

No questions. No conditions. No guilt.

Come on in.

I almost cried, but I didn’t. Not yet.

I packed my bags faster.

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Before I left, I did one last thing.

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