I Walked Away When You Finally Looked Back

Dahlia Prescott texted me on WhatsApp.

[I’m coming home for dinner tonight.]

Right after that, she sent a photo of the Longines watch I’d always wanted but never received.

Then a voice message came through.

“Done throwing your tantrum? If you’re done, cook lobster tail for me tonight.”

She paused, then added, “Gideon’s coming too, so make extra.”

The message cut off.

I stared at her half-packed suitcases sitting in the living room and let out a quiet laugh.

I then snapped a picture and sent it to her.

[Dahlia. Did you lose your memory? We already broke up.]