g no trace of the woman Evander thought he owned. She wiped the browser history on th

It was usually locked. Evander kept his "nostalgia" there. He had

d grown up in a house where survival meant knowing where the keys we

records. Just a

ide were photograp

y campus. Evander, younger, less hardened, laug

The long dark hair, the jawline, the way the girl tilted her

ne

nder's handwriting: Farewell,

dow of you, Dee. A temporary comfort. When she turns her head, I can almost pretend it's you. I a

er. It fluttered to the

very Christmas. He hadn't been loving her. He had been curating a placehol

er reflection. The long, dark waves of hair that Evander loved to run

ne cabinet. She grabb

ut. The sound of the steel cutting through the strands was the most satisfyin

. An

he heavy curtain was gone. Her hair was now a jagged, chin-length bob that exposed the sh

ed like

e buzzed

reen. Three rings. F

mpatient. The gala is tonight.

said. Her voice sounded diffe

She's making a recovery appearance. You need t

Support her. Support the

at the scissors in her hand.

lieved. Wear the white

nt, she whispered, but

d watched the water swirl, unable to wash the past away. Tonight,