Chapter 6 Empty House
He reeked of perfume, and an exasperated Timothy took his suit off. It cost thousands, yet he tossed it into the bin without hesitation. He was thinking about Yvonne again.
She’d never used perfume, yet she radiated a fresh scent—the scent of lily–of–the–valley, her favorite flower.
Even their liquid detergent had the scent of that flower. His clothes had the same smell back then. He loved it, yet he said he hated it just to hurt Yvonne. He could still remember how forlorn she looked when he said it.
And he never tasted that scent on his clothes ever again. That memory pierced him like an agent of agony. He realized he’d been a little too much all these years. He realized he’d never given her flowers before, so he thought he’d get her some.
