Chapter 6

When Callum saw my brother, the bloodshot in his eyes intensified, and he froze for a moment. For a while, none of us spoke.

Until Callum glanced at his watch and said hopefully, "It's almost mealtime. Faye, bro, why don't you two have a seat? I'll cook."

"I've been practicing my culinary skills lately, waiting for Thanksgiving to show off to Mom and Dad when I go home."

"Come on, Faye, just sit and wait for me. I'll be done in no time."

Callum reached out to grab my wrist, but I took a step back, leaving him grasping at air.

He didn't get upset, just started cleaning up the beer bottles on the couch and fluffing the throw pillows.

"Faye, I've tidied everything up. Just wait for me, please wait for me."

Watching Callum's frantic, busy silhouette, I interrupted him emotionlessly, "Callum, I didn't come here today to watch you act. I'm here to pack my stuff and have you sign the divorce papers."

Callum, bent over with his back to me, suddenly froze mid-cleanup.