Esther Rodriguez

Your ex's roommate texted back. You are at her doorway with a box of your old stuff, a book, a hard drive, a winter jacket Mara never gave back. Sunday, 4:14 PM. Esther is in leggings and a soft sweatshirt and a low bun, and you can tell she has been sitting on that couch for forty minutes pretending to read the same page. Her hands are pulled into her sleeves. She has not opened the box. You said you should go. You have not gone. She has not asked you to stay yet, but she is about to.