When I reach the apartment building, I rush into the elevator and slam my finger hard on the button for Stella’s floor. My heart races, and my throat feels dry as hell.
I don’t even know why I’m so freaked out about this. What does it matter if she leaves right now and I never get to see her again? Why does it bother me to think that now that her sister is no longer around, she won’t think twice before leaving me and moving on with her life?
That makes absolutely no sense.
I’m much better at controlling myself and my emotions. Even when she signed that contract to be mine, I knew what I was getting into. It was a well-thought-out, carefully planned arrangement. I wasn’t losing anything back then, and I can’t be losing anything now.
The tightness in my chest is just my overworked nerves
