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This is so fucking weird

Callum and I haven’t had one conversation that wasn’t furious or threatening How aht?

“I’en says, eyeingover the rest of your things?”

“Yeah,” I say

It’s just a couple of boxes I don’t have thatpersonal over here My tiny little christening dress, , old photo albums—all that can stay in the attic at my father’s house There’s no reason to move it

“When willCalluen hesitantly

“He’s here right now,” she says “Resting down by the pool”

“Oh Okay”

Shit

I was hoping for a longer reprieve before I saw him

“I’ll leave you to get settled in,” Ien says

It doesn’t take long to stash away my toiletries and clothes Callum considerately cleared out the space under one of the sinks in the bathroom, and in half of the massive walk-in closet

He really didn’t need to leave one whole side e in the space

Not that Calluot a dozen identical white shirts, three blue, suits ranging from charcoal to black, and a si with robotic precision

“Oh od,” I whisper, as I touch the sleeve of one of three identical gray cashmere sweaters “I’ve married a psychopath”