Lionel grabbed the iPod.
Unlike his previous guilt-ridden behavior, this time his face was etched with disdain.
"I'll get rid of it now," he muttered.
He lowered the window and was just about to throw it out when I reached out to stop him.
"There's no need to throw it away. I honestly don’t care."
"But, Misha—"
"It doesn’t matter," I interrupted him calmly.
"You’ll both be together in the future anyway. If you throw it away now, she’ll only be upset."
My words drained the color from Lionel’s face.
Ignoring his reaction, I turned my head to gaze out at the passing scenery.
When we returned home, Lionel announced he had booked tickets to Andalusite for November.
"You’ve always wanted to see the snow there. Take this time to recover, and we’ll go together. I’ve arranged everything," he said.
He had the air of a man desperately trying to repair something broken.
I had dreamed of pausing life’s chaos to visit Andalusite with someone I loved.
I imagined staying ther
