He Erased Me From The Photo I Erased Him From My Life Chapter 17
After that, Naomi and I fell into an easy rhythm.
If the weather was good on a weekend, we’d go hiking. If we worked late, we’d meet at the burrito truck on the corner.
The owner already knew our order. “Two beef, one with extra hot sauce?”
“That’s us,” Naomi would answer.
While we waited for our food one evening, she grinned at me.
“You know, when you first got here, you were polite, but so guarded. Even the way you walked seemed like you were afraid of getting in someone’s way.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And now?”
“Now? Now you walk like you own the sidewalk.” She bumped my shoulder with hers. “You’re glowing, you know that?”
I took the hot burrito from her and laughed.
She was right.
I no longer instinctively stepped aside for others.
I no longer felt the need to constantly check if I had the right to be where I was.
Denver wasn’t a place I had run away to.
It was home.
At that same moment, Owen stood outside a notary’s office in Santa Fe, holding the newly executed property papers.
Stamped, reviewed, sealed—every step completed.
He personally placed the documents in a shipping envelope and sent them to my office in Denver. When the clerk handed him the receipt, he stared at the tracking number for a long time.
Back then, he had said, “Leave it to me,” as if it were a simple favor he could handle on his way to something more important.
Now, he had finally done it.
But he no longer had the right to tell me.
Back in his car, he unlocked his phone and opened his message thread with Sloane.
It was a long, ugly history of her requests, her excuses, and their fights.
Owen didn’t reply.
He just pressed his finger on the screen and selected “Delete Conversation.”
A confirmation prompt appeared.
This time, he didn’t hesitate.