Veronica.
“Wait! She is gone. You shouldn't be worried about her. You should be worried about yourself!” I yelled behind him as he was walking out of the room.
“Go to work. Don't worry yourself over what doesn't concern you!” he yelled back, his attention focused on the phone in his hand.
“I have to be worried. This is my home now. I can't let someone from the past come and snatch you from me.” He wouldn't stop. “At least come and let me fix you breakfast.”
But the words didn't hit home. They flew into the air as he slammed the door in my face.
If the circumstances had been right, I would have walked out after him, but as soon as the door slammed shut, a smile appeared on my face.
“Yes!” I screamed, my voice threatening to shatter the walls. You would have thought I had fin
