Hurry. He can’t know I’m here.

I rushed through the front door of my ex boyfriend’s apartment in Boston, and straight to the top drawer of the cabinet supporting the tv. I dug through the junk Marcus had kept in there, until I finally sought out the check book.

I brought it into Marcus’s bedroom, where his pens were, and made a check to me for $100,000. I gulped, and ripped out the little check card. He can’t know I’m here, I thought over and over and over again, as I pulled the suitcase I had packed last week to the front door. I pulled the note I had written yesterday out of my back pocket, and placed it onto the cabinet. I felt myself let a tear drop down my cheek. The worst part was, I loved him, but it was what was best. I checked over the note before I left.

Dear Marcus,

I love you so much, and I hate to do this to you. But, I must go. It’s the best for the children. I love you.

Goodbye,

M.L. xoxox