The kitchen was last.
I stood in the middle of it for a moment and looked around at the space I had designed and maintained for six years. The countertops I had chosen. The fixtures I had sourced. Every detail exactly as I had intended it.
I had poured everything I had into this house.
It had never really given anything back.
"Lena," Cole said from behind me.
I turned.
He was standing in the doorway with his jacket over one arm and the last box under his other, watching me with the same patient expression he had worn all morning.
"I'm ready," I said.
We walked out together and I pulled the door closed behind me and handed the spare key to Steven who had arrived to oversee the handover. He thanked me and said everything was in order for Saturday and I nodded and walked to the car wi
