Eight Years To Forever

reeked of Ethan's superficiality and

clothes, my books, my architectural to

of magazine clippings of dream houses and exotic vacations. I ripped

f a future that would never be. It was

ng for some old work files. And there it was.

Chloe wearing his shirts. Chloe in their favorite

the photos we

r, more calculated tha

d every photo of him from m

oked disheveled, like he'd been up all ni

emorseful tone. "I know you're

ned th

r what looked like it. The art-de

voice. "But I found a master jeweler. He worked

ked i

was wrong

It lacked depth, the fire of the

A cheap, worth

me, a hysterical, broken

pieces in his pocket, or already sold. I was laughing at the sheer, unmitigated a

ss for the object. They were tears for the eight years I'd w

ing the fake pendant. "It's..

his face. "See? I told you.

believed I

orbell

a large, stiff enve

," I

return address: "Thorn

li

der. "What's that? Thorne

ay, clutching it to my che

the caller ID. "Gotta take this,"

d. He wasn't try

ought it. Unbelievable, right?" A self-satisfied chuckle. "Hey, quick question. Can you make another one?

od ran

one. F

in my hand sudden