Andy laughed over the phone like a child. Feeling flustered, I hung up abruptly.

I returned to the home I shared with Mark in a cab.

I quickly packed up all my belongings and arranged for a moving service. Just as I was about to leave, Mark walked through the door.

His eyes swept over the half-empty living room. He frowned slightly and handed me a black credit card from his pocket.

“Are you downsizing? Take this card and buy whatever you like,” he said, his tone lighthearted.

Mark seemed to be in a good mood.

I stepped forward and lightly touched the corner of his mouth. His smile made me feel a wave of discomfort, almost physically so.

“You seem happy,” I asked, pretending not to know.

Mark lifted me off the ground and spun me around. Then, he kissed my forehead and held me tightly in his arms.