He had it all figured out.
"Tomorrow, come with me to the Silvercrest house," he added. "Help get things ready."
Then he turned and walked out.
He never asked what I was doing.
I turned back to the sink.
I picked up the underwear again.
There was a hot, tight feeling sitting in my chest that I couldn't name.
I wasn't even thinking about what I was doing.
I just squeezed.
Too hard.
I heard it before I felt it - a small, clean tearing sound along the seam.
I looked down.
There was a split in the fabric, clean and irreversible.
I stared at it for a long moment.
Then I dried my hands, picked up my phone, and ordered a replacement. Same brand. Same style. Same size.
It was the only thing I could do.
Victoria's mating ceremony arrived on schedule.
The Silvercrest house was decor
