Past tense.
Vanessa placed the earrings on my vanity and picked up a necklace Ethan had given me on our fifth anniversary.
A sapphire pendant.
He had fastened it around my neck himself, whispering that the blue reminded him of the first dress I wore when we met.
Now Vanessa held it like a prize.
“Can I keep this one?” she asked.
Ethan glanced at it.
“Take whatever you like.”
My hands nearly dropped the towels.
Take whatever you like.
Three words.
So casual.
So careless.
As if my life were already being packed up and handed to another woman.
Vanessa smiled and kissed him.
