His facade
Emily
It hurts.
That was the only way I could describe it.
I stood there in the darkness of the hallway, my back pressed against the wall as the memory of his voice replayed inside my head.
I shouldn't have listened.
I knew that.
But I had.
And now I couldn't unhear it.
I slowly pushed myself away from the wall and looked toward Seth's slightly opened door.
He was still inside.
Still on the phone.
I couldn't hear everything anymore.
Only pieces.
Broken pieces that made absolutely no sense.
My fingers curled against my palm.
Who was he talking to?
And why had his voice sounded so different?
I had heard Seth speak to people countless times.
I'd seen him handle board members, doctors, patients, even people who clearly didn't like him.
He was always controlled.
