I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

in his eyes. For a fraction of a second, I thought maybe—

“Goodbye, Kate.”

I walked out into the Chicago night carrying everything I owned in a single bag and a piece of plastic that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

I didn’t cry on the porch. Didn’t cry on the sidewalk. Didn’t cry on the L train heading back to the cheap hotel near the base where continue reading …