It was 62 degrees Fahrenheit when Jake learned that Sara was leaving.

He had just finished putting groceries into the trunk of his decrepit Jeep when his cellphone started to vibrate.

“Hello?” He picked up without looking at the screen.

“So, I think it’s time for me to go.”

“I’m just at the store if you want to take the Jeep. I’ll be home soon.”

“I’m leaving, Jake. I won’t be there when you get back.”

“What?! Why?” Jake searched for something, anything that would provide some sort of clue. His mind was completely blank. He was standing in a busy parking lot with melting mint chocolate chip in his trunk as the love of his life was efficiently and effectively ending their relationship of four years.

“I gotta go, Jake,” Sara murmured quietly. The first time any emotion had leaked into her voice. She took a small breath then there was the soft click.

Jake stared at the phone for a few seconds before putting the offending piece in his pocket. The sign above the laundromat read 62F.