PETE
“Who's she?”
After Amy had run out of the house in such a hurry, I was too hurt to talk. I could remember the look in her eyes. It was obvious she was hurt.
“You aren't going to answer me?” Hayley asked, getting down from bed. She was getting dressed, and I wanted her to leave as soon as possible.
“No, I won't.” I turned sharply at her.
“You'd better say something.” Her voice sounded like a threat as the words echoed in my head for several minutes.
“Does it matter?” I finally said, the bitterness of what I had done tasting on my lips.
Hayley looked at me carefully. “Well, she looked heartbroken, like a bird who found her mate cheating.”
I didn't get why Hayley kept asking me questions when it was obvious she knew exactly what was happening. I turned to her, my eyes burni
