There was the photo of my boxes, tagged with the regional office of Mercer Freight Systems, where Dylan had recently begun working.
Above it, he had written:
“Finally, we got rid of the dead weight. Now I can focus on building the life I deserve.”
Chloe had already replied with champagne emojis.
Mom wrote, “Fresh beginnings for everyone.”
Dad added a thumbs-up.
I stared at the screen.
Then something inside me became completely still.
I loaded the boxes into my car, carefully covered my drafting table with plastic, and got
