James Sinclair
"I’m leaving. And you can do nothing about it."
My chest tightened, and before I could take a step toward her, she turned on her heel and walked away.
But I wasn’t going to let her go.
No. I couldn’t. Not like this.
I gave chase, every step driving me forward with confusion and panic clawing at me. My mind was racing—Why? What the hell is happening?
I wasn’t sure what I had done to push her this far, but I could feel it deep in my bones. She was slipping away from me, and I had to stop it. I had to fix it.
I half ran to the door, my fingers tightening around the handle just as she was about to step through. My chest heaved, and I moved faster than I meant to, grabbing her arm harder than I had intended, pulling her around to face me.
Her eyes were wide, but there wa
