Gate to Goodbye — The Autographed Photo

No, that's not what I mean. The convention's in the morning. I'll drop her off first, so I'll miss walking you through the morning prep before the ceremony. You'll just go straight to the hotel and wait for me. I'll definitely make it there before noon. I'd already stopped expecting anything, but I still couldn't help asking.

Lucas, is our wedding really less important than a fan meet? Tickets to that convention are impossible to get. I worked hard to snag them. I shoot it matters. Of course it matters. He said it like it was obvious.

Oh. Lucas, let's break up. Are you mad? Lucas just assumed I was throwing a tantrum. He pulled an autographed photo out of his pocket and shoved it into my hand.

The autograph from one of the top drivers on the grid? I got it for you. He pinched my cheek like he was placating a kid. See? I told you. I didn't forget your gift this trip. Happy now? Happy?

No. I handed the photo back. Lucas, I like the rookie. Not the championship winner. He used to know exactly what I liked, what I didn't like.

He knew all of it, down to the last detail. But somewhere along the way, he'd started forgetting. He started remembering what Chloe liked to eat, what Chloe liked to do, which celebrities Chloe His whole world seemed to only have room for Chloe now.

Evelyn, are you picking a fight with me? Why can't you be more like Chloe?