That same night, Rosa stormed out in a huff and checked into a hotel instead of staying at the house.
Winslow chose to punish Eleanor by ignoring her completely. He never even came upstairs to their bedroom.
None of it touched her. She moved through the room like a ghost, opening every drawer and closet, gathering every document that proved she had ever existed. She threw out the rest, erasing every trace of their shared past.
When she finished, all that remained was one small twenty-inch suitcase. Everything from the last few years fit inside, just like their marriage: painfully small and hollow.
Eleanor gave a silent, broken smile. She stood at the window, staring at the thousands of warm lights flickering across the city, then closed her eyes.
The night breeze slipped through the c
