Eight Years Wasted On His Sister

Summary

When I cancelled the fifteen-thousand-dollar wedding photography package, the boutique coordinator stared at me in absolute silence.

"Miss Evans, the deposit is completely non-refundable," she said, her voice dropping into a hushed, cautious tone. "Are you sure you don’t want to wait until Drew gets back from his business trip to talk this over?"

I slid the receipt back across the polished glass counter. My voice was quiet, but steady. "No need to wait. He’s too busy watching the Northern Lights in Iceland with his childhood sweetheart."

Drew and I had been together for eight years.