One month.
Just one more month.
“…Okay. Thank you.”
I hung up and didn’t move for a while.
Then my eyes drifted up.
The wedding photo was still hanging there, right where it had always been. Like nothing had changed. Like everything hadn’t already rotted from the inside.
I walked closer without thinking.
In the picture, I was smiling so brightly. God, I looked stupid. My dress was pure white, my eyes curved like I believed in forever.
And Hudson…
He stood beside me in that perfect suit, tall and untouchable. Handsome like something carved out of stone. But his face was cold. No smile. Not even a fake one.
Anyone could see it.
He never loved me.
“…It’s almost over,” I whispered, my fingers brushing against his face in the photo. Cold glass. That was all he’d ever been to me. “You must be happy, huh?”
Or was that just me trying to convince myself?
The sound of the door unlocking snapped me out of it.
I pulled my hand back like I’d been caught doing something wrong and turned around quickly.
“You’re back.”
My voice came out softer than I wanted.