He looked at me, stunned. The idea of moving had been his suggestion a while back, but I had refused then. Now, I was using it to bait him.
Recovering from his surprise, he scrutinized me carefully, his gaze searching for hidden motives.
"Are you serious? Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked skeptically.
I turned away, walking to the balcony, my eyes landing on the spot where Amy used to play. My chest tightened, and my nails dug into my arm as I steadied myself. Finally, I said, "This house is filled with Amy’s memories. I don’t want to live here anymore."
It was a reason even Patrick couldn’t question. After a pause, he followed me and said cautiously, "Let me think about it first."
I knew what that meant. His “thinking” involved consulting his mother or Ria—or likely both. Either way, their decisions no longer mattered to me.
Behind the scenes, I had already enlisted Karter’s help to stage this perfectly. We set up everything in the southern suburbs, knowing Patrick’s next move.