Arthur
The email arrives while I’m getting ready for work.
It’s from a law firm. Subject line: “Urgent Legal Matter: Your Presence Required.”
My first thought is Selina. Perhaps she’s trying to sue me for breach of contract or public humiliation after I ended our engagement at the exhibition, not that she has any grounds to do so. I scan the email quickly, noting the time and date for tomorrow. No details about the nature of the meeting, just a request for my “prompt attendance to discuss a pressing legal matter.”
I sigh, pocketing my phone. Whatever Selina is planning, I’ll handle it. Right now, I need to focus on repairing things with Iris.
Since our fight three nights ago, the atmosphere in the apartment has been frigid. Iris barely speaks to me, only interacting wh
