CAMILE
I was quieter than usual at work a couple of days later because I couldn’t stop thinking about Zane’s apology and hinting at reconciliation.
If anything, it left a bad taste in my mouth.
What the hell did Emma do that flipped the switch? Or was this some sort of guilty conscience, and now he is pinning it on Emma, just a couple of days after their wedding?
It made no sense.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I knew Arlo and Kael noticed my distraction from work. They always did. Arlo cornered me by the coffee-making machine around noon.
“A little too late to take coffee, hmmn?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes peering at me. I mustered a smile and took a sip.
“Had a rough night,” I responded, and he hummed again, still peering at me. Something told me he didn’t buy it
