The apartment was decked out for a newlywed couple. Every detail reflected the happy life I'd imagined after the wedding.
Now every single one of them was a blade buried in my chest.
There wasn't much to take. One suitcase, not even full.
But there was plenty to throw away.
By the time I finished, I noticed Carrie had called me several times.
Didn't take a genius to figure out why. She was going to blame me for not handling Isabella.
I left the key on the entryway table and grabbed the last framed wedding photo on my way out.
I walked straight into Carrie.
The photo crashed to the floor and shattered.
A shard sliced across the top of my foot, and blood welled up immediately.
Carrie shoved Graham behind her, shielding him, and glared at me.
"Wilfred, what the hell? Didn't you see Graham standing there? What if you'd hurt him?"
She didn't see the blood pooling on my foot. Instead, she crouched down and carefully picked a speck of glass no bigger than a pea off Graham's shoe.
I had no interest in watching her dote on another man. I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.
She caught the suitcase in her peripheral vision and scrambled to her feet, grabbing my arm.
"Wilfred, where are you going?"