Once I left my room, we both avoided talking about it – it being the tear and the other woman. I saw that my books had been picked up from the floor and neatly stacked on the table. I sat before them, flipping through the stack until I found the one I needed. The tension in the room weighed on me and I realized I was pretending more than I was actually studying. I could tell he wanted to help, but Brady kept his distance, probably trying to figure out what happened just then. To be honest, not even I knew. Maybe I was simply caught up in the whole confession scene.
"Can you just sit still and do paperwork or whatever? Your pacing and spying are distracting me." I said, later remembering to add a "Please."
He did as I asked and sat on the couch behind me with a bunch of papers at hand. I
