Got into my car. Closed the door. Sat for a moment in the quiet while the world moved outside the windows like it always did, indifferent and continuous, carrying on with no acknowledgment of what had just ended inside that building.
I started the engine. The road opened ahead of me, familiar and ordinary. I drove.
And for the first time in months, I was not going anywhere that someone else needed me to be.
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