#Chapter 213: You Believe I Don’t Want You?

After leaving the living room, I return to my closet, where I am once more seriously packing. This time, I move all my packed boxes toward the door. I’ll leave my boxes here for the movers, I’ve decided. For right now, I’ll just throw some clothes into a duffle bag and camp out at the penthouse. There’s furniture there, so I’ll only really need to stop for some groceries and some new sheets for the bed. That’s all doable. I pull down a duffle bag from the top shelf. That’s when I hear someone come in through my door. “Chloe?” It’s Neil. “Where are you?” He follows the sound of my fumbling into the closet. I don’t acknowledge him at all. I’m too busy throwing some of my regular clothes into my duffle bag. I’ve been avoiding packing my regular clothes, figuring I’d need them the final couple of days. That seems moot now. “Chloe,” he says. He steps farther into my space, so close that he comes right up beside me. He reaches out and places his hand on my wrist, stilling me. “Stop. Pl