Possessions.

“What are you talking about?” I ask Ethan once again.

“Just…come,”

I get it. Ethan was frustrated by my behaviour. I mean, I would blame myself too. He was doing everything he could just to make me happy, and I was only giving him a thousand fucks.

I get up, straighten myself and cover my damn body with some decent clothes and I walk down the stairs to meet this ‘lawyer’.

At first, he was turning his back on me, so I couldn’t know who he was.

“Mr Wilson, please to meet you,” I say. As soon as I do, he turns back to look straight at me.

“Hello, Anna,” he says, and he looked too fucking familiar. He had this mixed emotions on his face, both angry and emotional. I wouldn’t know which one was the genuine one.

“Please, sit,” I say and we both settle down on the couch. He opens up his carry bag and takes out some papers.

“What’s all this?“

“Possessions, Ms-“

”It’s…Mrs Cooper.”

“Right, Mrs Cooper. these are the possessions your mother left you,”

I smile at him, mocking the way he was present