, the apartment was silent and empty, a hollow space that echoed his own hollowness. She had left sometime during the night, not a word, not a note. It was as if their three
is phone rang. It was Chloe. He almost didn't answer, but a s
, I need you to come with me to a doctor' s ap
loe, what are you talki
is busy with work, he can' t make it. You' re the fiancé, it' s
"I' m not your fiancé anymore, Ch
. "What will people think? Just come to the appointment. We ca
rotectively around her shoulders, was Jake. Jake was smiling, looking down at Chloe' s still-flat stomach. The caption read: "Starting our little family. So blessed." The picture was
to bring him a glass of water, and she had rolled her eyes. "Can' t you get it yourself? I' m busy." She had been texting on her phone, laughing at something she was reading. He later found out she had been t
e from the top of the closet. He started throwing clothes into it, not bothering to fold them. This wasn't just a breakup anymore, it was an escape. He had to get away from her, from the city,
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