My husband arrived at my door with my cousin, two babies, and a smug grin, declaring, ‘She lives here now.’ I handed him the keys, smiled back, and said “HOPE YOU ENJOY THE HOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW”

ready to argue about fairness, about timing, about the babies.

Then his phone buzzed.

He glanced down.

And I watched the exact moment his world started collapsing somewhere else.

Corporate.

Faster.

Colder.

More permanent.

“You should take that,” I said.

He didn’t move.

Laura stepped in, voice calm but final. “You’ve received formal notice. Do not return to the continue reading …