The Stray Kitten
Language: en
It was the tenth year of our relationship. I accidentally answered his phone. "Julian, our furball just had a litter of kittens." It was a gentle, sweet female voice. The caller ID read: [Little Kitten]. "He's in the shower. Call back later," I said, my voice ice cold, before hanging up. That night, Julian went crazy, snatching his scattered clothes off the floor, throwing them on, and rushing out the door. And I? I smashed our "home" to pieces, erasing every single trace of myself. Then, I boarded a flight out of the country. Three years later, Julian cornered me on a resort…