Shattered Vows And Stolen Dreams
Language: en
Derek and I both worked downtown, but for the past six months, we’d been locked in a cold war over where to buy our first home. He was dead-set on the north side—an hour and a half commute for both of us—insisting the property value there was poised to skyrocket. Every time I brought up the soul-crushing traffic, he’d sigh, his tone thick with patronizing patience, accusing me of being "short-sighted" and "only caring about convenience" while he was "building our future." Then came Valentine’s Day. Out of the blue, Derek called. His voice was uncharacteristically bright, almost giddy. He…