Luke thought I would only be gone for one night at most.
At noon the next day, he sent a message.
Luke: I left the spare key by the door to give you a way out. Come back, apologize to Sasha, and we'll put this behind us.
Next to the message sat a glaring red exclamation mark.
After realizing he had been blocked, he tried calling from three different numbers. I didn't answer any of them.
My best friend, Tiffany Preston, couldn't stand it anymore. She walked over, flipped my phone face down on the table, and sneered, "Don't answer. He's not calling to apologize. He's just demanding you go back and keep tolerating his bullshit."
"I know."
I picked up a pair of scissors and cut the debit card linked to our joint account in half.
Over the past three years, I had deposited money into tha
