The next few days, we were getting back to normal. Josh started his new job and I went back to work leaving Kitten home alone.

That first night when I got home she was packing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” She moved around the room throwing things into bags, her face like a storm cloud.

“Come again?”

“I said I’m leaving. Which part of that didn’t you understand?” She raised her voice to me for the first time and I felt my blood ...