"Do you think your subscribers will even notice he's gone?" Natalie asked, watching me hold up a piece of art to the wall in front of me, examining it against the rest of my collection. She had her son, Emmett, on her hip as she bobbed in place, rocking back and forth in the steady movement of motherhood while Emmett cooed and yanked on a stray braid of black hair.

"Umm…" It was true, I hadn't made much use of Harry in my social media. Harry hadn't seemed interested in being a part of my "brand." In fact, he'd been more confused about my work than anything.

Why an illustrator and an interior decorator influencer? he'd asked.

"I don't think I'm going to make a thing out of it," I admitted with a shrug, pulling down the art I'd been considering and staring at the new blank space on the wall—the spot where a portrait I'd drawn of Harry reading had been placed. There were little pockmarks all over my small carriage house now. The places I'd made room for Harry's interests, now subtracted. He'd been texting me instructions of what to pack up for him for almost two weeks since our disastrous dinner.

"Is he taking the portrait?" Natalie asked.

I sighed and turned to face her and the table where a few unhung prints of mine were resting. "I have no idea. He's… He went to stay with Jimmy and Kenley. He texted to tell me he found a place. He wants a week to be able to move out."

"What do you mean?" Natalie asked, frowning, her warm brown eyes zeroing in on me.

I flicked my gaze up and darted it away just as quickly. "A week without me here."

Technically, Harry had asked for "at least three days, no more than a week." Considering the situation, I thought being generous and offering as much time as he wanted was only fair.

"No way," Natalie scoffed, pulling her hair free from Emmett's grip with a wince. "What if he trashes this place? Or takes stuff that doesn't really belong to him?"

"It's Harry," I reasoned with a shrug.

Natalie snorted. "True."

Harry was mild. Responsible. Fair.

"You don't deserve to have your place trashed just because you broke up with a nice guy," Natalie said, voice lowering.

"What?" I gasped, staring at her.

Her lips quirked. Emmett was falling asleep in her arms now, her steady, repetitive motion slowing down.