She folded the mesh, Gucci scarf and placed it delicately among other things in the suitcase that was in the trunk of the car. The torn leather make-up case, her clothes, the stained silk nightgowns...the white one, her favorite was ripped at the seams. Her hair no longer looked the plastic blonde it did, but during the rain it looked like melted wax while her brown roots started to show. The tears were infinite and blackened from mascara. He stared at her, a crooked shadow within the frame of the glass door, he’d make sure she’d leave.