Chapter 2

But nobody ever explained to me why she got to walk out of his apartment wearing his shirt.

The curtains were pulled open, letting sunlight flood the room filled with old memories.

There was an agreement on the coffee table, one that had been prepared ages ago.

It was a settlement agreement.

I printed it out last month.

That night, when I brought up calling off the engagement, Michael had come back from Sophie's place, and his coat still carried the scent of her favorite white lily perfume.

He said, "Emily, don't joke about marriage."

I asked him, "Are you…