Chapter 161
Tilda
“Just the one box?”
I nod at the woman. “Making some room in the closet.” I try to say it like a joke, but it sounds as sad as I feel.
Today is the three-month mark.
My three-month wedding anniversary.
The day Ethan gets his money.
Standing at my open passenger door, I take the box off my seat and hand it to the woman.
“Do you need a donation receipt?”
I shake my head.
“Then you’re all set.”
“Thank you.” I force out a smile. Then I circle around the back of my truck, and I drive away.
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