I walked to the window and watched as it drove away, slowly disappearing past the gate.

First time in five years… he remembered our anniversary but one month late.

And the first time, I didn’t care anymore.

I took the document out of my bag.

Brand new. Clean. Final.

I placed it on the table.

Then I picked up my suitcase. Everything I had left.

I walked to the door, paused for a second then opened it and stepped out.

This time, I didn’t look back.