We awoke at dawn and ate a small meal before grabbing our things and walking toward the door. Before I stepped outside, I turned and studied the room: the window I enjoyed looking out of, the cushion we’d laid on many a nights and made love, and the tiny wooden sculpture of a bird on the table Leonidas had made for me years ago. It looked more like a deformed fish than a bird, but I treasured it. Our house wasn’t big, but it was one of my favorite places in the world. “Axios, we need to leave.” I nodded and shut the door, leaving the home we’d built together behind me.
