RAINE’S POV
I was done packing. Finally.
I’d taken everything that mattered. My clothes, my shoes, my jewelry, my books. I didn’t touch the decorations, the paintings he picked out, or the stupid vase he said reminded him of Italy. All that was left belonged to us, and there was no “us” anymore.
The bedroom looked cold without my stuff. Like I’d never even been here.
I stood in the middle of it, taking in everything that was left. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry, but a single tear snuck up anyway. I blinked it back fast, furious at myself for even allowing the emotion to rise.
No. I was done crying over him. Over all of this. I forced myself to push back everything I was feeling and gather myself together.
I stared at myself in the mirror one more time before I walked out of the
