Caila walked into her house and stood inside the door looking around. It was only yesterday morning when she stood there before leaving for work. It seemed a lifetime ago. Now, she went through the things she wanted to secure. A couple hours later and she had all she wished to keep from this old life. Mostly it was her wardrobe, some jewellery, and several CDs and DVDs. Nothing else from this life did Caila care to take with her. She took off her wedding ring and was going to leave it, but instead took it with her. She threw it in a box of photos she had taken and threw it all in to her car. Caila then got in and checked her phone. She smiled when she read John’s text. As tempted as she was, she wasn’t going to be beholden to a man again. She texted John…<br/><br/>‘I’ll meet you in the city. I’m in an Italian mood and I was thinking the Pink Door, but maybe Spinasse will be better? What do you recommend for Italian?’<br/><br/>Calia set her phone down and started her car. She had a place she could go to and stay for a time until she got things worked out. She also thought of what she would wear to meet John this evening.