"Ma'am..." Mary stopped in the doorway, her eyes going wide at the sight of the packed suitcases in the room. Confusion laced her voice as she asked, "Are you going on a trip or something?"

"No." I shook my head, my voice soft but firm. "I'm moving out. If I leave anything behind, could you pack it up for me? I'll send someone to pick it up."

Mary looked at me, bewildered. "Why are you moving out all of a sudden? Did you have a fight with him? I'll call the old man right ...