Chapter 10
It’s only been three weeks since the surprise birthday, but it feels as if it’s been a year.
The apartment is quiet. The ünReader came home that first night. He packed a bag and left. Katie cried, drank wine and cried some more. I expected shouting. I had heard that it’s called a breakup because it usually results in items broken. I hoped that maybe she’d throw the remote control in his direction, but no luck. Instead, it’s like they had a pre-determined agreement for a silent separation.
The ünReader has returned this afternoon. For once his actions are quiet. Holding the framed wedding photo, he runs his right thumb over it, removing an arc of dust from their faces. He replaces the photo, stares at it and shakes his head. After a loud exhale, he picks up two full duffel bag
