The house looked different, but not stripped.
There were empty spaces.
That was all.
Spaces.
I walked through each room once more.
Daniel’s framed family photograph remained on the mantel.
The children’s school pictures stayed on the staircase wall.
Rebecca’s cookbooks sat neatly beside the stove.
Nothing had been damaged.
Nothing had been hidden.
Nothing had been done in anger.
I placed my house key on the dining counter beside Rebecca’s note.
Underneath it, I left another page.
Daniel,
I am safe.
I have moved into a temporary apartment and will contact you after you return.
I have taken only property that belongs to me and have receipts for everything removed.
I love you and the children.
But I will no longer live in a home where decisions about my life are made without me.
