I knew what I’d done as soon as the door closed. I heard the soft click of a lock sliding into place. I heard the soft intake of breath and the shaky exhale of her trying to be strong. She knew I was still standing there, just on the other side of a plank of wood.
I reached out and rested my palm on the door, in the spot I thought hers was.
Silence for long moments.
Then the click of her heels on the hardwood floor as she moved away from the door. Away from me. Away from us.