On the screen, I saw my husband walk into the bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed, and stay still for a few seconds. Then he took a sheet of paper from the nightstand and began writing something. Slowly, carefully, pausing from time to time as if choosing the right words.

I immediately felt my chest tighten. He was writing way too long for it to be just a simple note.

When he finished, he carefully placed the paper in the middle of the bed. Next to it — several other documents, neatly stacked.

Then he stood up, opened the wardrobe door… and I saw something I didn’t want to believe at first.

He pulled out a large suitcase. Laid it open on the floor. And started putting his things inside.