The door makes a snick sound as it closes behind me, and I'm immediately aware of the noise level in the house. It should be comforting. It was always comforting before. But now it's a reminder of what I didn't bring with me this time.
It's been several weeks since I've seen or talked to Quincy. She texted me once. I didn't respond, and that was the end of that. I'm not sure if I was expecting her to keep trying. That's what most girls do. But Quincy isn't most girls. If I'm honest with myself, I was never her priority. Her child was. Like it should be.
I keep reminding myself the kid is the reason I need to stay away. He will ultimately get hurt if this relationship, whatever it is, continues. But that doesn't make this separation any easier. I'm the one who cut all ties. I'm the one wh
