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In front of our door were garbage bags. And they were not just any garbage bags.
They were stuffed with all of my belongings. My clothes, shoes, bags, books… everything. It was like I’d been erased from my own life. Like I didn’t belong to that place.
Garbage bags outside a house | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I shoved the key into the lock. But the door wouldn’t budge.
It was locked from the inside.
“Daniel! What the hell is going on?” I shouted while pounding at the door. “Open the door, please!”
A few moments later, the door swung open, but it wasn’t Daniel who answered.
It was her.
Sophia stood in the doorway, holding a glass of wine. She leaned against the frame like nothing had happened.
