Then I zipped the suitcase closed. Downstairs, Nathan was still giving his mother instructions about what chores I should finish before lunch.
Neither of them heard the suitcase wheels rolling across the bedroom floor.
Neither of them realized their fourteen-hour marriage was already ending.
By the time Nathan finally understood what I was doing, I was standing at the top of the staircase with my luggage beside me.
His smile disappeared. Patricia went completely silent. And within the next few minutes, his whole family was about to learn exactly why I had smiled.
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