“Leo! It’s my turn!” Lily hissed as they bickered.

I could barely hear them over the sound of Greta pulling the twentieth dress over my head.

We are on the jet, returning to Germany. I was on the jet, returning alone.

While the person who completed me was all the way over there. On some island whose address I didn’t even know.

“Julia…” Greta paused.

“Take the dresses away,” I whispered, yanking the designer dress off me.

“Atlas bought them with a love of us,”

“Love that wasn’t strong enough to keep him here,” A tear rolled down my cheek.

“Julia. I think you’re taking this the wrong way.”

“He’s...