Chapter 5

The afternoon after I got back to the city, Adam finally opened the door to our rented apartment.

This was the place we'd shared for four years.

In our seven years together, four of them were spent splitting rent, buying dishes, and leaving two sets of keys by the door.

I knew what time the convenience store downstairs closed better than he did.

But that so-called "wedding house" he said he'd marry me in? I didn't know the address until a few days ago.

Adam must've been stewing the whole way over. He walked in, didn't bother to take off…