Julian showed up at my apartment acting like nothing had changed. He tried walking inside, but I stayed planted in the doorway, blocking him completely. His confident smirk faded the moment I refused to move.
“What’s going on, Chloe?” he snapped. “Let me in.”
“You don’t live here anymore,” I answered calmly.
He laughed at first, convinced I was being emotional. But then he looked past me into the apartment and realized everything had changed. His giant television was gone. My paintings filled the living room. The apartment no longer looked like ours. It finally looked like mine-
