“Are you okay, Sam?” Christian asked. Breakfast rolled by as if Nick hadn’t proposed on getting back together with her. She wasn’t touching the sizzling bacons on her plate. She was playing with the half-done egg yolk using her fork, her pancakes untouched as if her appetite was stolen from her. She was pale, her cheeks losing their colour. Her hands were cold and they shook as she held her fork.
She nodded quietly, her mind jumbled in thoughts. Nick was only one call away. He said so himself. She felt her heart jolting against her chest unevenly, her ribcage almost breaking at the intensity. Her blue eyes looked dull, the light being overtaken by the darkness, pulling her away from who she was. There was a crease on Christian’s forehead, black wisps of hair falling across his forehead. H
