KILLIAN POV I lasted three days in the empty apartment.Three days of the tiger’s absence on the sofa. Three days of the schedule Maya texted with clinical kindness—Wednesday afternoon, Saturday morning, Leigh’s voice on the phone already adapting to the new geography of her parents’ lives. Three days of the hold sitting in the middle of the room like furniture I had finally stopped pretending was not there. On the third night I stood in the kitchen at two in the morning with a glass of water I was not drinking and understood that the practice had been real and the marriage had been real and both of them had ended anyway, and the want under my ribs had not ended with them. It had only outlasted the house it was trying not to burn.I put the glass down.I found my coat.I did not message him. Messaging would have been a report, and the reports were over. I walked. The city was thin and cold and ordinary at that hour; a cab would have felt like a car he had sent. I needed the distance
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