He checked his watch like this was just another appointment in his day. “The taxi will be here in 10 minutes. You can take one suitcase. Everything else stays here.”
I looked around the kitchen one more time, seeing 15 years of memories in every corner. The refrigerator covered with his school achievements. The windows sill where I’d grown herbs for cooking. The table where we’d shared thousands of meals together. All of it would stay behind while I was cast out into the world with nothing.
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“What happened to you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “When did you become so heartless?”
Richard shrugged, already walking toward the door. “Money happened, mother. Money shows you what really matters in life. And you’ve never mattered.”Browse Magazines
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom on unsteady legs, each step feeling like a mountain. My small suitcase sat on the bed where Richard had apparently thrown it. Already halfpacked with my oldest clothes, he hadn’t even bothered to include my photo albums or the few pieces of jewelry my husband had given me before he died.
