Chapter 4
He just gave everything that should’ve been mine–his care, his love–to someone else.[]
His gaze darkened, lips tight, face tense.
I knew that look.
His insomnia was acting up again.]]
But I didn’t move an inch.
Olivia mumbled under her breath.
“So what if she can make a couple dumb herbal bags?”
“It’s not like she’s special.“]]
She wasn’t loud, but I heard it loud and clear.
Jordan’s stare turned ice cold.]
“Shut up.”
Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes.[]
He yanked his hand out of hers and looked back at me with that gentle expression I used to love.
“Chloe, mind if I sit under the old oak tree for a while?”
“I just… need to breathe.“]
I gave him a knowing smile.]
st.”
“Be my guest.”
He stepped into the yard.[]
He saw the sunflowers we planted together, still blooming quietly in the corner.
He saw the swing by the wall, faded and swaying gently in the breeze.]
He saw the messy spray paint mural we made the night our game launched.]
A tiny smile pulled at the edge of his lips.]
He was at peace.
Finally, he saw it.[]
In a yard full of life and color, he saw it
it-[
That dead, dried–up oak tree.
Just like our marriage.
