All day, I’d been trying to arrange the house, my body was sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. But I didn’t stop. I folded clothes, cleaned the kitchen, fixed the cushions on the couch… maybe because I wanted to keep myself busy. Maybe because I didn’t want to think too much about how desperately I still wanted him.

By the time the sun began to set, I was exhausted. My legs trembled as I stood, and I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. God, he’d ruined me… ...