Chapter 8

'I want all the pictures and awards here. He waited for a while and then left. "You ruined my most precious thing, I ruined your things." I knew I couldn't compare the two, but I had to calm down and break out those pictures and awards seemed like a good solution. After it deleted everything, I got up and disassembled each photo. Smash and break the trophy on the glass table. With what happened at church and at home, we grew apart a lot. After finishing the work, I gasped. I sat down on the sofa and looked at Morris in surprise. He picked up the phone and called. Exactly what I needed. I sat there wondering what I had done, and to be honest, I wasn't happy. I heard footsteps and I heard someone running. "Well, that was quick." I mentioned that when Tristan appeared, his hair was messy and he was still wearing his wedding suit, but no jacket, just white buttoned sleeves with sharp pleats. Behind him was a nice person, maybe a friend he was dating. He's as tall as Tristan, and h