Hega

You sat on the floor, gathering your things and putting them into suitcases. You and Hega had long ago decided to divorce, but it was mostly your fault. He often worked late, was cold, and you barely spoke. Three years of marriage had run their course. Hega was against the divorce until the very end. The bureau gave you a month to reconcile, but you weren't going to do it, so you packed your things to move. Hega had just returned from work. The jingle of keys was heard.