TORONTO
Lucian stayed for two days in Italy, and instead of going to Spain, he told Georgina that he was heading straight home to Toronto. When he got home, she was already there. Lucian took a taxi, and as he turned the corner, he saw her from the window. He stood on the sidewalk, allowing his eyes to take in the entirety of the home they had shared for almost three years. He didn’t mind the cold. The sun was trying to rise, but there were too many clouds. The weather felt just like his current mood—overcast.
When Lucian entered the house, everything was tidy, and he couldn’t see a single mess. Georgina had always been neat, and he had nothing to complain about. He swallowed, and his gaze fell on their framed picture together on top of the console. It was from Disneyland on Lucian’s bir
