He didn’t bother calling her name when he opened the door. Her things had already been moved out. The closets were ajar and seemed to gape at him as he wandered through the apartment. His footsteps echoed against the bare walls. When he reached the kitchen, he set the pizza box on the table and proceeded to gorge himself. He had to remind himself to take time to breathe in between mouthfuls of dough. It wasn’t until he noticed the splatters of stewed carrots and peas across the wall that he stopped eating and picked up the phone and dialed.
