For the next 3 days, I handed over my work at the office as planned.
Jimmy didn't contact me again.
He was probably waiting for me to give in first, waiting for the silent treatment to become so unbearable that I would run back to him as I always had.
'This time, he'll be waiting in vain.'
On Friday afternoon, I went back to the apartment to collect the last of my documents and personal belongings.
I heard voices inside as I opened the door.
I changed my shoes and went in. Monica was sitting on the living room sofa with my Ragdoll cat, Snowball, in her arms.
Snowball was usually wary of unfamiliar people, but now lay contentedly in her arms, letting her stroke the cat's fur.
Jimmy came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of cut fruit.
He paused when he saw me, then a mocking smile
