Summer Thorne quickly packed those things one by one into a box.
Even after she put in a few simple daily necessities, the box was still mostly empty.
Summer Thorne paused, her gaze turning to the Hi-Fi system on the bedside table.
Ironically, the last time they broke up, she had packed the Hi-Fi system away. After they got back together, she set it up again.
And now, here she was, once again dismantling it with her own hands, placing each component into the box.
Box in her arms, Summer Thorne was about to change her shoes at the door when she suddenly remembered something. After a moment's hesitation, she bent down and opened the shoe cabinet.
Two pairs of Timothy York's slippers, one for winter and one for summer, were placed neatly in the very back of the cabinet.
One would never have noticed them without specifically crouching down to look.
The winter slippers were the same cheap pair she had bought him, the ones she had even taken to the dry cleaners for him.
