Connor’s POV
I slowly clear through all of Eva’s clothes, no longer throwing them into the boxes around me, instead carefully folding and placing each item in a box. When I run out of boxes, I head to the garage, digging out more and return back to the bedroom, packing everything away until the closet and our bedroom is empty apart from the furniture.
Sitting in the middle of the bedroom, on the carpet, I open a browser and search, scrolling the options until I find a name with respectable reviews. Pressing on the phone number listed, I listen to it ring for a few seconds before the call is answered by a gruff male voice.
‘Peabody Realtors, how can I help you?’ he asks.
‘Yeah, um, I have a house that I need to list for sale’ I mumble, ‘I don’t live in Michigan anymore so I need someone
