When she went to hand in the documents that afternoon, Maria felt unexpectedly nervous. She paused at the doorway, smoothed her hair nervously, and gave the door a quick knock.
“Come in.”
She stepped inside and handed the file over, hesitating a little. “Hey… you…”
Should she ask him what she’d been wanting to know? How he really felt about her?
Before she could finish, a voice from outside interrupted.
“James, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Your mom made a ton of food today, I—” Amelia stopped mid-sentence when she spotted Maria.
Maria froze too. All that hesitation in her heart instantly vanished. She even gave herself a sharp pinch on the thigh.
What am I doing? Seriously, what the hell am I doing?
Did she forget how coldly he had agreed to the divorce back then
