He doesn’t make me wait long. “I need you to sign this.” He pulls a short stack of papers from his jacket and sets them on the table. A pen appears shortly after. It’s happening. The thing I wanted so desperately for so long. I didn’t expect it to feel so hollow. “Just like that.” “I gave you my word, Eve.” He keeps his tone carefully distant. As if I truly am just another contract to him. I know it’s a lie, that it’s just to protect himself, but it hurts more than I expect. I don’t even read the papers before I scrawl my name in the appropriate spot and toss the pen aside. “Are you happy?”
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