She held it out toward me.
Careful.
Almost fearful.
Like she was handing back something cursed.
I reached out.
Caught it midair.
For a brief second, I looked at it.
Really looked.
The faint stains.
The worn edges.
The quiet history it carried.
Then…
I dropped it into the trash bin beside me.
No hesitation.
No ceremony.
“I don’t take back things I’ve thrown away,” I said lightly, already turning back to my desk.
Her eyes widened.
Shock flickering into something sharper.
Something colder.
I leaned back slightly, crossing my legs with care, ignoring the dull ache in my ankle.
“But if you’re interested in collecting leftovers,” I added, my tone soft and effortless, “feel free.”
I gestured toward the bin.
“Just don’t delay the next appointment.”
For a moment…
Her smile s
