ery

er and I had once lived together. The spare key felt unfamiliar in my hand now. W

th and status of the Stone family, meticulously designed by a professional team. Every piece of furniture and

t was more like an expensive display piece mea

. I put on a pair of disposable shoe covers and latex gloves. Tonight, I would become a cura

took out the high-def

the living room, directly facing the entrance. It

ith intimate smiles, looking like a

their new partnership across the huge black screen of the smart TV. Their so-called "

stood in my former office, with my unfinished design drafts beside her. I p

's favorite craft beer and Kaitlyn's preferred brand of kombucha. It see

I simply closed th

with the Egyptian cotton sheets Eleanor had carefully chosen. On the nightsta

ling so happily in that picture once represented a future I believed i

ndeniable proof of everything that had happened -

vering the bedroom

o after

together. Every trace of intimacy they had tried to hide was placed in the most visible positions.

nted a future became an exhib

l members of the business world, and elders of the wolf c

his door, they would not see the image Jagger had carefully created. They would see every piece of evidenc

behind. A few books, several sweaters, and some small items that o

the living room and took the e

d. I had never truly liked it. It felt cold and sharp, lackin

t, I slipped the final photo - Kaitlyn's triumphant selfie, with her hand res

d. A faint smile finally appeared on my lips. It was not happines

aced the spare key inside the mailbox. I knew that the first thing Jagge

ulled away from the curb, I took out my phone, found

on from everything connect

ar window, blurring into flowing streaks of light. I lean

behind, driving toward a fut