A Breakup Six Years Too Late
Glaring at me, he roared, "What the hell are you doing, Lyra? Why did you burn our album?"
I looked at him coolly and replied, "Some of the photos had gotten moldy. They couldn't be restored, so I just burned the whole thing."
He froze, clearly caught off guard by my answer.
Trying to control his temper, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I overreacted. But we've worked on that album for years. I was planning to show it on our wedding—"
"We'll see about that." I cut him off.
I turned to go back inside, not wanting to look at Soren anymore. But then, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.