~Joan~

"When are you leaving?" I asked as I moved around our bedroom, pretending to busy myself. Aaron sat on the bed, adjusting his sleeves, humming softly. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him.

"In two hours," he muttered, before meeting my gaze. "I need to stop by the company before heading to Seattle."

I looked away, rummaging through the closet for... nothing. Just something to keep my hands occupied, to stop him from noticing how much I hated that he was ...