It rained on the day I moved out.
Julian didn't stop me.
He simply followed the movers and carried the boxes downstairs one by one.
The cups came as a pair.
The slippers came as a pair.
Even our suitcases were matching sets.
The things that truly belonged only to me were surprisingly few.
After the last box was packed, the mover walked over with the inventory list.
"Who's signing for this?"
Julian instinctively reached out.
I took the pen before he could.
"I will."
The mover looked between us.
"Isn't your husband moving into the new place with you?"
The pen paused on the paper.
"He's not moving in."
Julian stood beside me without saying a word.
The mover didn't ask any further questions. After confirming the number of boxes, he left.
It was just an ordinary question.
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