Her last name, His claim
Aleyah Lavelledear ex wife wait for meyou once called me wife
“Oh my God, is this his hoodie?”
I looked at the gray Columbia hoodie she was holding. Nathan had left it here months ago. I’d worn it sometimes when I was cold.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But that’s a perfectly good hoodie, there’s no reason to throw it out.”
“Trash or donate?” Judy asked like she didn’t hear me.
“Donate,” I said. “Someone else can use it.”
“Good call.” She tossed it into a bag. “What else?”
We spent the next hour going through my apartment like archaeologists digging up stuff. Nathan’s toothbrush (trash). The mug he always used (donate). Photos of us together (I couldn’t throw them away, so I put them in a box in the closet).