Reaching out

The last note Nadia wrote Greg…

“You might not want me anymore, but part of me still remembers that promise we made to be each other's best supporter. I’m sorry I said I don’t love you, because I do. But right now I need space. To think. To heal. And I can’t do that with you.”

Nadia unblocked Greg — he wouldn’t pick up any calls. All his social media was deleted. She made a trip to the old apartment — and was surprised to find a new family living there. He had sold the place. Embarrassed when she tried the key and the husband shouted “Robber!”

“My ex-husband lives here… right?” Nadia said going red.

Nadia came in for a glass of water. The place was completely different. Different TV, different sofas, paintings. Foreign music playing. There was no air freshener — and the place smelt of different people. Nadia politely excused herself.

Apparently Greg had moved states. A fresh start.

But he didn’t let her know. How could he? She had asked him for space.

Right now she needed to talk to someone who knew her. Who really understood her… But there was no one.