Set after set, outfit after outfit, scene after scene.
Claire beamed in every shot, her smile like a knife to my chest.
I looked up, only to see Claire at the door, holding up Ethan, drunk and leaning against her.
“Give me a hand, will you? He’s drunk.”
She ordered me around as if nothing had happened at work.
I stood still, pointing instead to the pile of boxes.
“I’ll give you five minutes. Clear all this trash out.”
“Including him.”
I gestured at Ethan, his face flushed with alcohol, clinging to Claire.
“No need to be so harsh,” she scolded.
“These photos were for Ethan’s mother. She wanted to see him married before she passed.”
“It was just to comfort her, nothing more. Why do you have to care so much?”
Ethan’s eyes turned red as he nodded.
“I only wanted my mom to leave this world happy.”
“I put my address down, but somehow it got sent to Ms. Bennett’s place.”
“Don’t be mad at her. This isn’t her fault…”
A grown man, speaking like a wounded child—making me look like the unreasonable one.
“You’ve got a master’s degree and you can’t even write down your own address correctly?”
“What’s in your head, air?”
“Fine. Since neither of you can throw this out, I will.”