It’s been two days since Janet stormed out of my house without so much as a goodbye. The silence she left behind screamed louder than any insult she could’ve thrown at me.
I hated how it made the walls of my heart feel tighter and smaller. I hated even more how her absence followed me like a damn ghost—haunting every room, every breath.
When did I get this emotionally attached to her? Perhaps it was just my canal urge to pacify my guilt. Or curiosity— I just waiting for her to contact me so I could finally confirm the details of what went down between her and Nicolas.
I shook my head, refusing to entertain that thought. I should not be that petty. I just needed my friend back.
As I pulled into the underground parking lot of my firm, my grip on the wheel tightened as I glared at the str
