Just a week after Jacob moved in, I stood frozen outside my home, staring at his message: \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d The same words. The same timing. Another man slipping away. But this time, I was done wondering why\u2014they always left exactly seven days in.<\/p>\n
I stood by the front steps, my boots tapping the concrete like a nervous heartbeat. It was Saturday, but it didn\u2019t feel like one.<\/p>\n
The sky hung low and heavy, a dull Iowa gray that pressed down like a wet blanket. The air smelled like dirt and cold metal.<\/p>\n
My fingers wrapped around a coffee cup, though the coffee had long gone cold. I wasn\u2019t drinking it anymore. My hands shook, and I couldn\u2019t stop them.<\/p>\n
Cindy stood beside me, close like she always was when things felt like they were about to fall apart. Her hand rested on my shoulder, warm and steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re shakin\u2019 like a tree in a windstorm,\u201d she said, her voice soft, almost like a song.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just Jacob. He loves you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, but didn\u2019t say anything. My throat felt tight, like it had closed up and tossed away the key.<\/p>\n
I was breathing, but barely. Like my lungs didn\u2019t want to make a scene.<\/p>\n
Then, finally, his car pulled into the driveway. The tires crunched the gravel like they had a job to do.<\/p>\n
Jacob stepped out, tall and full of light, smiling like a man who\u2019d just won something worth keeping.<\/p>\n
He waved, and it looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. Him, me, the little white house behind us\u2014it could\u2019ve been perfect.<\/p>\n
I waved back, stiff and awkward. Like I wasn\u2019t sure I deserved the moment. My hands were clasped together, knuckles white, hiding the tremble I couldn\u2019t control.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, babe,\u201d Jacob said as he came up the steps, arms wide. \u201cWe did it! Moving in\u2014finally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I replied, trying to smile, though my face felt frozen. \u201cSorry I\u2019m a little\u2026 off.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled me into a hug. It was warm. Safe. \u201cYou\u2019re fine. We\u2019re fine.\u201d He kissed my temple gently and went straight for the boxes like this was the most natural thing in the world.<\/p>\n
But I wasn\u2019t fine. Not one bit.<\/p>\n
Jacob wasn\u2019t the first man to cross this threshold. Two others had come before. They\u2019d moved in, smiled, unpacked.<\/p>\n
And then, exactly one week later, they were gone. No fights. No warnings. Just gone like wind through cornfields.<\/p>\n
As we carried boxes through the front door, I glanced at Cindy. \u201cThis is my sister,\u201d I told Jacob when we reached the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s stayin\u2019 with me till she finds work.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled and nodded. \u201cNice to meet you. No worries\u2014family\u2019s family.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, Jacob made dinner. Grilled pork chops, rosemary potatoes, roasted carrots.<\/p>\n
The house smelled like Sunday dinner at Grandma\u2019s. Cindy couldn\u2019t stop talking about how good it all was. She was all smiles and sparkle eyes.<\/p>\n
But in my belly, something curled up tight. Hope? Fear? Maybe both.<\/p>\n
One week later. Like clockwork.<\/p>\n
I sat in my car just outside the house, the engine off, but everything inside me still running. My heart was stuck high in my throat like it didn\u2019t know where else to go.<\/p>\n
On the seat next to me, my phone screen glowed with the message that refused to disappear:<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to talk. Seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.<\/p>\n
The windows had fogged a little. I could see the porch, the door, the wind moving through the bare trees like whispers I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t move. For a while, I just stared.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I opened the door and stepped into the cold.<\/p>\n
The wind had turned sharp, biting at my cheeks, tugging at my coat like it wanted me to turn around.<\/p>\n
And there it was. Jacob\u2019s suitcase.<\/p>\n
Two cardboard boxes stacked beside it. My mouth went dry. My legs felt too heavy for my body.<\/p>\n
Jacob stood there, hands in his jacket pockets, looking like a kid caught stealing candy.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiz\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised my hand before he could say more.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, sharp and quick. \u201cLet me guess. \u2018It\u2019s not you, it\u2019s me.\u2019 Or maybe the classic \u2018I\u2019m not ready for this.\u2019 I\u2019ve heard all the damn poetry before, Jacob.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened, lips pressing into a line. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen help me!\u201d I stepped closer. My voice cracked a little.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does this always happen exactly one week after they move in? Do I snore like a freight train? Am I too clingy? Is it my face without makeup? Do I make the world\u2019s worst eggs?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down at the porch like the answers were written in the wood.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiz\u2026 your sis\u2014\u201d He paused, shook his head. \u201cForget it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he picked up a box and walked to his truck.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t chase him.<\/p>\n
That night, I sank into the old couch, the one that still smelled like lavender and popcorn. My tears soaked into the cushion.<\/p>\n
Cindy sat beside me, stroking my hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t chase ghosts, Liz,\u201d she whispered. \u201cMen are like rivers. They run wild, and then they dry up.\u201d<\/p>\n
But her words didn\u2019t stick. Because deep down, I knew Jacob had tried to say something. Something important. Something about Cindy.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Cindy left early, saying she had an \u201cinterview\u201d across town.<\/p>\n
She wore her nicest blouse and even curled her hair, but something about the way she avoided my eyes made my stomach twist.<\/p>\n
As soon as her car disappeared down the road, I waited ten minutes. Just to be sure.<\/p>\n
Then I padded into the living room, barefoot, the old wooden floor cool beneath my feet.<\/p>\n
I sat down in front of the dusty monitor on the side table.<\/p>\n
It was hooked up to the garden cameras I\u2019d installed two summers ago, back when I thought deer and raccoons were my biggest problems.<\/p>\n
I clicked through the days in fast-forward. Rabbits bouncing like rubber balls. Wind shaking the rose bushes. A squirrel doing acrobat tricks with a walnut.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014Jacob.<\/p>\n
He stood by the flowerbed, watering the petunias. His back was to the camera, shirt wrinkled, hair a little messy. He looked peaceful, like he belonged there.<\/p>\n
Then Cindy walked into the frame.<\/p>\n
She smiled, said something I couldn\u2019t hear. Her hand reached out, landed gently on his arm. I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
Whatever she said next, it changed everything.<\/p>\n
Jacob froze, then dropped the hose like it was a snake. Water sprayed wildly as he turned and rushed back into the house.<\/p>\n
I paused the video, staring at the screen. My breath caught in my throat.<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t normal.<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t small talk.<\/p>\n
My fingers shook as I grabbed my phone. I needed the truth. And I was done waiting.<\/p>\n
That night, I waited for Cindy in the living room. The lamp in the corner gave off a soft yellow glow that made the shadows stretch across the floor like long fingers.<\/p>\n
I sat still, arms crossed, my back straight, my eyes cold and sharp. I wasn\u2019t angry\u2014I was something deeper. I was done.<\/p>\n
Cindy came through the front door, humming a little tune. She kicked off her boots by the rug and froze when she saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d she asked slowly. \u201cYou look\u2026 intense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down,\u201d I said, my voice low and flat.<\/p>\n
She blinked, confused, but did as I said. She perched on the edge of the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap like a kid waiting to be scolded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this about Jacob?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned forward. \u201cI saw the footage. You talked to him in the yard. Then he dropped the hose and ran inside like something bit him.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shrugged, too quick. \u201cSo? I asked if he needed help watering the flowers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, my voice sharper now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said something to him. And I know it wasn\u2019t about flowers. I called Jacob. Then I called Rick. And Mark. Want to guess what they told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed right then. Like glass cracking.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re lying!\u201d she yelled, jumping up. \u201cYou can\u2019t believe them!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t even tell you what they said yet,\u201d I answered quietly.<\/p>\n
Silence dropped between us like a heavy blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll say it for you,\u201d I continued. \u201cYou told Jacob I compared him to my exes. You told him I was seeing other men. That I was impossible to please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cindy\u2019s breath caught. Her shoulders slumped, like air leaking from a balloon.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked, my voice shaking now. \u201cWhy would you do that? Why ruin every man I let into this house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears. \u201cBecause they\u2019d take you away. If one of them stayed, you\u2019d ask me to leave. You\u2019d stop needing me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her, my heart breaking and hardening at the same time. \u201cI never said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you would\u2019ve,\u201d she whispered. \u201cAnd I\u2014I needed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my sister,\u201d I said, standing. \u201cBut you stabbed me in the back.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dropped to her knees, crying. \u201cPlease don\u2019t make me leave. We\u2019re better together. You\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, cold as ice. \u201cWe\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked Cindy to leave that night. There was no screaming, no name-calling. Just quiet. She didn\u2019t argue. She didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n
She went to her room and started packing, folding her clothes like she had all the time in the world.<\/p>\n
Her face was blank, empty, like a light had gone out. Her movements were slow, almost robotic, like she was too tired to feel anything anymore.<\/p>\n
I sat on the couch and listened to the sound of zippers and drawers opening and closing.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry. Not then. My heart ached, sure, but the tears didn\u2019t come. Maybe I was just too numb.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I picked up the phone and called Jacob. It rang until voicemail picked up. I hung up without saying anything.<\/p>\n
I tried again later. Then again.<\/p>\n
Finally, late that night, he answered. His voice was quiet. Careful.<\/p>\n
I said sorry. I explained everything. About the camera. About Cindy. About how I hadn\u2019t seen it before. I begged a little. Okay, maybe more than a little.<\/p>\n
A week passed. Then another.<\/p>\n
Then one quiet Thursday evening, as the sun dipped low and the kitchen smelled like cinnamon tea, I heard a knock at the door.<\/p>\n
Jacob stood there. No bags. No boxes. Just him. And two coffees.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure it\u2019s okay?\u201d he asked gently, stepping inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am now,\u201d I whispered, wrapping my arms around him tight.<\/p>\n
This time, I believed it. I believed we\u2019d finally make it past a week.<\/p>\n
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