Still, Callum continued, as if nothing were wrong. “I’ve already found a place in Washington. Selling this apartment will be just enough to cover the down payment for that one.”
Briar chimed in too, voice overly sweet, “We picked that apartment after comparing so many! And the bathtub, I love it. It’s perfect for two peop— Ow! Callum, why’d you hit me? Fine, fine, I won’t say it.”
She shot him a teasing, intimate look, then smiled smugly at me. “But don’t worry, Elara. I’ve tested it for you. It’s very comfortable.”
Despite her provocation, I ignored her and kept my head down for a long moment before finally saying, “Alright. I’ll handle the sale tomorrow.”
Callum pressed his lips together like he wanted to say more, but before he could, I stood up, walked straight to the wall, and took down the photo we had taken at the studio the day we got engaged, the one he insisted we capture as a memory.
Without hesitation, I threw it into the trash can.
His pupils shrank as he rushed over to grab my arm. “What are you doing?! How can you throw away our engagement photo?”
I answered calmly, “If we’re selling the house, we should clear out everything inside, right?”