I met Owen on Thursday evening to discuss the lease.
He arrived with a folder and a calm, careful expression. I had almost canceled twice. I sat across from him at the kitchen table and put my hands flat on the wood.
"I want to keep this focused," I said.
"Of course."
"The landlord says we can end the lease early if we pay two months' rent. Or one of us can take over the apartment and qualify alone."
"I talked to her," Owen said. "I can take it over."
I had expected that. He earned more than I did and liked the apartment. It was close to his office and had a small balcony where he grew herbs.
"What about the deposit?"
"I'll give you your half."
"Thank you."
"I've also got the wedding contracts." He opened the folder. "The venue says we'll lose the first payment, but the caterer w
