Unable to fight off the exhaustion, Anna crashed right on the edge of the bed.
On the floor beside her were scattered shards of torn-up photos.
Pieces she should've gotten rid of long ago—constant reminders of mistakes she'd rather forget.
Ethan rushed back from the old house early that morning, tiptoeing quietly up the stairs.
There was this flicker of hope in his chest—Anna still chose to sleep in that room. Could that mean he still held a place in her heart?
But the moment he opened the door and saw those shredded photos all over the floor, that tiny spark inside him just got drowned out by the heaviness.
He stared at her sleeping face for a long while, then crouched down and started picking up the pieces one by one, carefully placing them into a box.
She'd ripped
