Chapter 4

The giant wedding photo by the bed was gone, and all my bottles and jars from the dresser had vanished too.

The closet doors were wide open, with only a few of Harry's shirts left hanging. Not a single piece of my clothing was there.

The whole room was so clean, it was like I had never existed.

"Where are your things?" Harry's voice trembled as he pointed at the empty wall. "Where's the wedding photo?"

"Just tossed it," I said, pulling a small suitcase out from under the bed.

"It was just clutter, and looking at it pissed me…