Dism

That winter, Priya moved out. She’d met someone, a woman named Jess, and they were getting a place together in the neighborhood with the good schools. Priya hugged Mila at the door and said, “You’ll find someone too.” It was meant kindly. It landed like a stone.

Dism , she thought. And then she let it stay. That winter, Priya moved out

For a long time, she just looked at them. Two notebooks. Two lives’ worth of disms. All those small tragedies, named and collected and held at arm’s length. Priya moved out. She’d met someone