Meg shook her head, her bottom lip extended, “She asked for boxes. For the move I guess and then I saw her and Michael leaving her together. Guess she’s leaving for Seattle sooner than later.”
I felt sick to my stomach. I’d last heard from Madeline the morning before she left for work and thought perhaps she was working a double. Then I got the last text from her.
*Can’t do this. I’m sorry.*
Liam and I went to the bar because there was no way I was going to let her leave this easily. I knew she was mad, but I knew she wasn’t mad enough to leave.
“Did it seem like she was going away for long? Did she say any drawn out goodbyes to anyone?” Liam was asking the questions as I’d slumped down onto one of the bar stools.
“Not really, no. She gave me two weeks’ notice though.”
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