When I'd married into the Family, I brought very little with me. The Bellandi household had never put me first. The bedroom was large, but nearly everything in it had been given to me by Julian afterward.
The framed photo on the wall. The matching keepsakes in the cabinet. Every piece had once felt sweet to me, proof that he loved me.
Now all I saw was mockery.
I took them down one by one and put everything into a cardboard box. Before long, every trace of him was sealed away. The box was stuffed full. I carried it outside without hesitation and threw it all into the trash.
The moment I straightened up, I saw Julian Moretti walking toward me from down the path.
He hadn't seemed inclined to acknowledge me. But when his gaze swept across the photographs and gifts spilling out of the bin, his expression darkened sharply, brows drawing tight.
I acted as if I hadn't seen him and turned to leave.
"Adrian Bellandi."
He stopped me cold.
"Why are you throwing all of this away? If I remember correctly, these were your memories with my brother."
I stopped mid-step. A cold laugh flickered through me, though when I turned, my face was perfectly still.
"It's been a long time. I should move on."
"Move on?"