Rachel's pov
I went back to the house after. Vincent hadn't signed the papers. He'd just stood there in the hospital hallway, staring at them with an expression I couldn't read, and then he'd said he needed time to think.
As if there was anything left to think about.
I'd told him I'd be gone by tonight, whether he signed or not. I didn't need his permission to leave.
I pulled my suitcase from the closet, the same one I'd brought with me when I'd moved in three months ago. It seemed fitting to leave with it.
I started with the practical things, clothes and my old ski jacket.
The dresser drawer stuck slightly when I opened it, and something rolled forward.
A small velvet box.
My breath caught.
I picked it up slowly, knowing what was inside before I even opened it. The earrings Vin
