Things We Left Behind Series Order Novels & Stories

"Molly, that bracelet looks awfully familiar. Oh, right. I saw one just like it in Jerry's office trash." I ignored Jerry tugging at my sleeve and kept my tone steady. "It's an old design. You can have it if you want." Monica waved a hand dismissively. "No, thanks. I'm not big on dumpster treasures." I walked out of the villa and tossed the bracelet I'd worn for five years into the trash. By the time I got home, Mom was calling. "Did you get your travel pass to return home yet?" "They said it'll be ready in days."

At a time when I needed support the most, they had already hidden their knives, ready to strike when I was at my weakest. I sat on the curb, hugging my knees, until the chime of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. Evan’s voice came through with a tone of condescension, as if he were coaxing a stray cat or dog. "The ceremony is over. You can come back and take a group photo with us. Otherwise, there won’t be anything to look at on our anniversary." "No need." I wiped the water from my face and only then noticed it had been raining for an hour, leaving me drenched to the bone.

"You don't leave trash sitting around to mold, do you?" I looked up at him in surprise. I hadn't known he had such a sharp tongue, so I couldn't help but laugh. Elias' face burned with rage. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Timothy took my hand. "I'll take you to the beach. Let's leave this disgusting thing behind." Without another glance at Elias, he led me away. … The sea breeze brushed against my skin, and I finally felt lighter. Only problem? Elias was still following us behind.

Now, I no longer understood why I had chosen to spend my life with someone like him. After lunch, my coworker drove me home. The house was pitch-dark. I skillfully turned on the lights, took my medicine, went to the study, finished the road-trip plan, and put away the notebook. Then I stood and scanned the study. Tomorrow afternoon, my flight would leave for Asheville. This was the last time I would sit here. I cleaned the study thoroughly, leaving no trace of myself behind. Adrian did not come home. At twelve-thirty in the morning, Sophie updated her social media again.

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

“You’re stronger than you think, Isabelle.” His words settled over me, a quiet reassurance during this dark moment. On the third morning, Adrian left early. When I woke, I found an envelope on the kitchen table. Inside was a thick wad of cash and a note written in simple, neat handwriting: Use this to start over. Don’t look back. I sat there, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Gratitude mingled with a sharp pang of sadness. He was gone, vanished as quietly as he’d appeared.

Just today, the way you knew sometimes that a thing was ready before you'd consciously decided it was. The hard drive was in the closet. In a box with other things she'd carried from the old apartment without examining — a scarf she'd forgotten she owned, three chargers for phones she no longer had, a photograph from a work event two years ago where she was smiling the smile she'd had before October. The hard drive was at the bottom, small and black and patient, the way things waited when you weren't ready for them. She plugged it in. The file was still there.

The words Divorce Agreement blurred immediately as tears hit the page. I stood there for a long time, staring at them. At last, I folded the papers and put them away. I could not stay here anymore. I did not want this family anymore. I was going to leave the Vieri family, and I was going to leave Serafina. If no one had ever truly wanted me from the start, then I would be the one to walk away.

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she said, “for a very long time.” She led them toward the stairs, and Dave followed, and Cloe followed Dave, and at the bottom of the staircase Cloe paused and looked back at the table, at the two teacups and the open notebook and the small silver tree lying patient and certain on the plain wood surface. Two brooches. Two archives. Two women who had spent their lives making sure the truth survived. And one ten year old boy who had just discovered that everything he thought he’d finished was actually only half the story.