The next time I saw Aaron was the following morning.
He explained that he'd been out drinking too late with a coworker last night, so he'd just stayed at a hotel.
As for which coworker, he didn't say.
Time was, I'd have assumed it was one of his friends from R&D. The irregular late nights of lab work were exhausting, after all, and there was nothing wrong with blowing off a little steam now and then.
But now I knew. The "coworker" he was talking about was none other than Vicky.
And I couldn't muster a shred of warmth for him anymore. Even the room he'd set foot in felt filthy to me.
I quietly opened the wardrobe and packed up every piece of clothing I might need for the near future.
The moment I zipped the suitcase shut, the metal teeth bit together with a crisp little snap.
I told
