Nothing had been done in anger.
I placed my house key on the dining counter beside Rebecca’s note.
Underneath it, I left another page.
Daniel,
I am safe.
I have moved into a temporary apartment and will contact you after you return.
I have taken only property that belongs to me and have receipts for everything removed.
I love you and the children.
But I will no longer live in a home where decisions about my life are made without me.
We will talk when you are home.
Mom
I read it three times.
Then I added one sentence.
Please do not tell the children I left because of them. I did not.
That mattered more than anything else.
I locked the front door from the inside, walked out through the garage, pressed the button, and stepped beneath the lowering door.
Four years of my life disappeared behind beige metal panels.
