The company restructured without my name, smaller and more honest, and Julian learned its books for the first time. The divorce finished quietly in spring. I kept the note from his pillow, folded in a drawer, as a reminder that I had indeed figured it out myself.
On the first warm evening, I sat on my own balcony with a cup of tea going cool beside me, my passport on the table, and finally understood that no one needed to come looking for me. I had already arrived.
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