“Did you ask me?”
“No.”
“Did you think about asking me?”
He didn’t answer.
I looked around the apartment.
My boxes were still stacked against the wall.
“Daniel, the problem isn’t Hawaii.”
“Then what is?”
“You stopped seeing me as a person who makes choices.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It may not feel fair.”
“You live with us because we care about you.”
“I moved in because you asked me to.”
“We all agreed it made sense.”
“It did make sense. Then.”
His voice became more strained.
“Why are you talking like you’re leaving?”
I took a breath.
“Because I already did.”
For several seconds, I heard nothing.
Then: “What?”
“I moved out Friday.”
“Moved where?”
“A temporary apartment.”
“You moved out while we were away?”
“Yes.”
