“It is not nonsense,” Megan answered calmly. “Those are legal notices and copies of the debts you created. You have a deadline to resolve them because I will not pay for anything you hid from me.”
Scott laughed nervously.
“And what are you going to do now?” he asked. “Live on your own like some brave little chicken?”
Megan placed the utensils on the table with quiet precision.
“Yes,” she replied softly. “Because I already am.”
She picked up the bag waiting beside the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked suddenly.
“I am leaving.”
“This is your apartment,” Scott insisted.
Megan looked through the window toward the courtyard where someone was shaking dust from a rug while the fresh morning air filled the hallway.
“No,” she answered calmly. “It was only the place where I stayed silent for too long.”
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway while Scott’s voice faded behind her. Outside the building Megan inhaled deeply and felt neither revenge nor triumph.
She felt silence.