Chapter Twenty Two
I was thinking of him incessantly. I wondered if he was thinking of me. Was there some psychic connection between us, some bond that still existed despite my pains to break it? I certainly wasn’t being fair to our ending, dwelling on him all of the time. If I was somehow affecting Bryan and what thoughts he might still have of me, I really should stop the nonsense altogether. Always afraid of hurting him.
Still, I couldn’t count the days that I had looked toward the door when the bell would ring, and hoped that it would be his face appearing there.
When Bryan did appear, however, I wasn’t looking toward the door, I had to be called from the shop’s back room. I heard my name, but not recognizing the voice, it startled me when I emerged to see Bryan’s face. As much as
