TRAVIS' P O V
My thoughts were debating on whether or not I should pick up the phone and talk to Katrina, and while my hand was firmly gripping my phone, my finger unconsciously touched the green button.
‘‘What?’’ I responded with a tone that was icy and carried an undercurrent jealousy. ‘‘What happened? Why didn’t you show up at the meeting?’’
‘‘I’m sorry, Travis. I…’’ she paused for a moment, as if thinking of something to reason out.
‘‘What? Why can’t you answer me?!’’ I yelled over the phone, and not able to control my emotion any longer.
‘‘There’s absolutely nothing I have to explain to you, Travis!’’ she yelled back, seeming pissed off at my sudden outburst.
‘‘Damn it!’’ I muttered an expletive before disconnecting the call. In an effort to bring myself under cont
