After a few days of sorting, James and I finally managed to pack most of Eddy's clothes and personal items. I asked Jack to notify Eddy's lawyer to come and pick up his belongings. As I was organizing various photos on the bookshelf, many of which were pictures of Eddy and me together, I couldn't bear to look at them but couldn't help glancing twice, reminiscing about the moments when the photos were taken. Each photo captured sweet moments, which now felt like thorns piercing my heart.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone entering a password at the front door, followed by the sharp beeping of an error. The person outside seemed unwilling to give up and kept entering the password repeatedly. I rushed over and opened the door. Eddy was standing outside. He looked much better, but still h
