Jane
I don't remember deciding to go to my apartment.
I don't remember standing up from that wall or starting to walk, but somehow my feet carried me there, through streets that blurred together through my tears, past people who didn't look at me and didn't see the way I was falling apart.
The walk took forever and no time at all.
When I turned onto my street, I saw the garbage bags and boxes immediately. My belongings had been piled haphazardly on the sidewalk outside my building like trash waiting to be collected.
I stopped walking instantly, my heart sinking low in my chest.
He said end of the day tomorrow. He said I had time, but of course he lied. Of course Hudson would take even that small mercy away from me.
He would make sure I had no time to plan, no chance to arrange anyt
