Health insurance.
The total was impossible for someone who had been out of the labor market for a decade.
And underneath, a note.
“If he can’t pay, he leaves.”
He is leaving.
I stared at the screen for a long time.
Then I saw something else.
A second tab.
“New budget.”
I opened it.
There was another name on top.
It wasn’t mine.
It was that of a woman I didn’t know.
And next to that name… the same apartment where we lived.
Same building.
Another department.
Another plan.
I felt that I was short of breath.
It wasn’t a discussion about money.
It was a scheduled outing.
For me.
That night, when he sat across from me on the bed, he spoke with a calmness that made my skin free.
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