KROSS

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard the door slam.

It wasn’t an angry slam or a fast one… it was only just the soft click of a zipper and the careful drag of a suitcase wheel that said she was trying not to be loud, trying not to make this more complicated than it already was.

I walked to the hallway barefoot, coffee cold in my hand, watching her fold herself into leaving.

Sade moved as if she were afraid she would change her mind if she stayed too long.

She didn’t look at me at first. She had on that gray sweater she...