Two days later—

they showed up.

Sunburned. Exhausted. Broke.

Mark punched the code.

Error.

Again.

Error.

“Emily!” he yelled. “Open the door!”

I answered through the camera.

“The lock isn’t broken. It’s changed.”

Silence.

“You had your little ceremony,” I said calmly. “Remember?”

Chloe froze.

My mother went pale.

Mark panicked.

“You’re being crazy—”

“‘She’s too dumb to notice,’ right Mom?”

That did it.

“Look down,” I said.

Envelope.

Inside?

A storage key.

Divorce papers.

“Your stuff’s in Tacoma,” I said. “You’re trespassing.”

“You can’t do this!”

“I just did.”

Chloe cried.

“I need my things—”

“Ask your husband,” I said.
Pause.
“Oh wait… he’s broke.”

I cut the feed.