After I got back to my apartment, I continued my clean up effort.

Emails from Ellis. Deleted.

Text message from Ellis. Deleted.

While I was working on my computer and phone, I kept getting new incoming texts and calls from him, so I forced myself to block his number.

Things went quiet for a few hours, and I finally was able to sit down on my coach.

The only thing left was the Monsieur Canet bracelet that Ellis gifted me. I traced my fingers ...