After returning to Nedoria, I took a day off to collect the things I had left in the apartment.
Nathan knew when I was coming. He promised to stay in his study and leave me alone.
Meg came with me and waited downstairs. We agreed to meet for lunch in 1 hour.
The entryway looked exactly as it had when I moved out.
My usual slippers still sat beside the cabinet, but fresh white tulips now filled the vase.
Nathan had never remembered which flowers I liked.
Now that he finally did, the apartment only felt emptier.
I had come for an old cookie tin my mother had left me. It held photographs from my childhood and sat on the top shelf of the guest room closet, forgotten during the move.
I stepped onto a stool and had just brought the tin down when Nathan appeared in the doorway.
"Let me."
