Chemistry, my dear Watson

"Why are you sneaking around your own house?" Gabriel queries from beside me as we spy on my house from inside his new-smelling vehicle, parked on the curb. I know this vehicle. He had sold it approximately a month before we tied the knot. He has the plastic on the seats still- annoying but whatever. 

It's dark, so I'm not worried about being seen, besides, nobody knows Gabe's vehicle. 

He irritates me at the moment because now I know he sold it to get rid of the memories or shared moments in the car, he's had with Cassandra. 

Yesterday, I had called my neighbor and told her that her daughter could take my bicycle and to just tell my parents I sent them. Then I ordered Chinese and called my father and told him to tell Mom not to cook tonight because I had sent over food. He chuckled and thanked me.