We were near my apartment when Nathaniel tells me: "I've already arranged for your things to be moved to my place tomorrow. I wanted to ask you about the possibility of you guys spending the night at my place, I would only need you to bring what you need for one day.”
Stop, what?
"Move in today?" I asked, doubting that I understood.
"Sure, the truck will come in the early morning, they will take only personal items; furniture and other items will be stored for you to get them again in a year when we get divorced.”
Moving. This word encompasses many of my fears and he talks about it as if it is nothing relevant. I don't want to be around him, but from what I see... I don't have a choice.
"Okay, we'll leave today" I agreed after a long silence: "Besides, it will be easier for me to
