My grip tightened on the phone. My fingers clenched so hard around the edges that my knuckles turned white. Was she still angry about what happened that night?
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second as the memory tried to force its way into my head. I hadn't meant to do it. I hadn't meant to say those things or act that way. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight. But she had looked at me with so much hurt in her eyes before I left, and now this complete silence was her way of getting back at me.
Why wasn't she texting? Why wasn't she calling to complain like she always did?
“Hey.” Matthew’s voice shattered my thoughts. I looked up and realized he had leaned all the way across my desk. He was staring right at my face, then looking down at the phone in my hand.
“What are you staring at s
