In less than three minutes, Sanz made an excuse and rushed out of the house, leaving me alone on my birthday. In the past, I might have panicked, begged him to stay, or even cried. But this time, something in me shifted. I didn’t care anymore.
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By the time Sanz came back, the movers had just finished taking the last of my things. Having just undergone the abortion, I couldn’t stand upright for long, so I sat on the sofa, quietly directing the workers as they carried my belongings.
Sanz frowned in confusion when he saw them. "What’s going on here?" he asked with his sharp voice.
I didn’t even look at him, my focus entirely on the movers as they took the last boxes downstairs.
After a moment, he seemed to realize what was happening. He grabbed a box from one of the movers, his face full of anger. "Are you crazy? Why are you packing up my stuff?"
It was almost laughable. The box he was so worried about didn’t even contain his things. On top of it was a high school graduation photo, it was mine. He had probably forgotten that we were high school classmates. His own graduation photo had been cut up and thrown out long ago when he left me for Cassandra back then.