“Yeah,” I said. “You did.”
He stood at the door for a long beat. “Stel, please.”
I stared at the stain on the rug I had chosen last spring. “Goodbye, Evan.”
He opened the door and stepped into the night. It clicked shut behind him, and I exhaled for what felt like the first time in months.
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