Watching Chrys leave after our argument should’ve hurt. I had put faith and trust in her, and she kept throwing it back in my face. Instead, I felt numb.
“You okay?” Rhett asked. He placed the book on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of concern. They had turned back to blue, and his defensive demeanor was gone. He looked soft and welcoming.
I felt hollow inside, and my mind wanted to be somewhere else. The adrenaline of the argument was wearing off, but I didn’t want to think about what had happened.
“I’m fine.”
“That’s a fat lie. Even without my sense of smell, I would know that.” He said in a gentle tone. I shrugged. What else am I supposed to do? No one will help us.
“I’ll be fine. Is that better?” I said.
“I’m not saying you can’t lie. But you
