I stepped past them.
“Where are you going?” he asked, panic rising now.
I paused at the doorway.
Just for a second.
Then I turned back.
“To find a place where I don’t have to ask to belong.”
And with that—
I walked away.
No shouting.
No dramatic collapse.
No looking back.
Just the sound of my footsteps fading into the night…
And the quiet end of a marriage that had never truly begun.
