I entered the apartment but didn’t see Dax. Then I heard him talking on the fire escape. He said, “It’s alright, Ma,” in that pleading tone he uses with his mother. I went into the bedroom and closed the door. I didn’t want to listen to another of his conversations with his mother about how unsuitable I was for him. It hit me – things would never change. Our relationship would never move beyond where it was now. I pulled out my suitcase and duffle bag and began stuffing my clothing into them.
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