My phone buzzed repeatedly in my pocket.
I ignored it.
Later that night, I packed Stephanie’s belongings into a few bags.
Just the essentials.
Clothes.
Documents.
Personal items.
When I finally sat down on the edge of the bed, I expected to feel rage.
Or heartbreak.
Or regret.
But instead…
I felt something far stronger.
Peace.
Because I hadn’t just exposed a lie.
