ANABEL'S POV
I stood in the middle of the bedroom with my suitcase lying open on the bed. My eyes slowly moved around the room that had been mine for years. Somehow, it felt different now.
Maybe it was because I was looking at it knowing I was leaving and not storming out after an argument, not going out to clear my head, not leaving for a few hours and returning later. Leaving for good.
I swallowed hard and slowly bent down to pick up another stack of clothes from the wardrobe. My hands paused halfway.
Was I really doing this?
A few hours ago, I would have laughed if someone had told me I would be packing my things and preparing to walk away from this marriage. Yet here I was.
One shirt after another disappeared into the suitcase. One dress after another followed. The more things I
