As You Wish
Looking at Naomi, whose features were uncannily similar to the woman in that photo, I remained silent.
If she could bring him joy, my absence wouldn't bother him at all. From now on, we would each go our separate ways.
Naomi leaned in and whispered something into his ear.
He then turned to me and said, "You don't have to move out. I'm used to you being around. Just pick a room."
The familiar sting of condescension laced every word, but I didn't so much as flinch.
With both of them watching, I walked over to the dresser, pulled out a box of condoms, and handed it to them.