Yet, I didn’t reply. Instead, I waited for Abigail to come home and tossed the notebook onto the table.
“Sign it and put your fingerprint on it.”
That was also part of our agreement that grievances had to be acknowledged by the other party.
“It’s the last page?” Abigail froze for a moment.
“What else would it be?” I narrowed my eyes, glancing at her right wrist.
A hint of a tattoo was visible there.
Noticing my gaze, she tugged down her sleeve. As she signed, she complained, “You’re getting more and more petty. You even write down this kind of trivial nonsense. Trying to threaten me with some crappy notebook? That trick stopped working a long time ago.”
She looked completely indifferent.
What she didn’t know was that I had always taken this seriously.
After signing and pressing her fingerprint, Abigail casually tossed the notebook back to me.
Harrison's POV
“Fine. Spend the rest of your life clinging to that pettiness of yours.”
With that, Abigail turned and went to take a shower.
My heart clenched sharply. After a long moment, I let out a quiet sigh.