The weekend passed quickly. Mark had movers come to get most of his belongings. As I walked through the house Monday morning, it was a shell of what it used to be. The couch was the only thing in the living room. The kitchen was bare because most of the cooking utensils belonged to him. I found it strange that he had done most of the cooking in the house.
I smiled as I looked at the Keurig coffee maker. It was one of the only things in the kitchen that I had bought.
I sat at the table and smiled. I was free. Apart from the long conversation with Mark’s mother about her ring, everything else had gone smoothly.
Agatha screamed and yelled at me for what seemed like hours. I don’t think there was a single curse word that she hadn’t used. Then she said she hoped I died a long and agonizing death then hung up. All in all, I think it went well.
“Hi, Steven,” I said as I passed the security guard at the entrance to the building.
“Stephanie,” he bowed. “We are with you,” he whispered as I got close to him.