Sarah’s Pov.
The morning light gushed through the curtains of my apartment but I didn’t feel any warmth.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind still buzzing with last night’s events. The party. Richard.
Richard! Noone told me he was going to be at the event. I didn't see his name amongst the list of businessmen.
My mind hadn't crossed it to ask if he would be attending.
I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The argument with Richard had left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Seeing him again had stirred emotions I thought I’d buried. He looked more tired than I've known him while we were together.
And the things he said... I couldn’t stop hearing his voice, accusing me, and blaming me.
But there was more to it. His eyes. The way he looked at me, like I was someone he’d lost.
