“Rosie.” Jacob slowed down from his little jog towards me. “What’s...?” he trailed before turning his head to look at the man stepping out of the elevator. “Oh, Timothy, back from lunch?” Jacob asked, oblivious towards what was about to unfold in front of him.
“Yeah, I was...” Timothy, or Tim—or at least that was what I used to call him. “Excuse me,” Tim seemed awfully distracted as he shifted his attention towards me. “Rosie, hi.” He looked just as confused as I did.
Jacob looked at me briefly then back at Tim again. “You both know each other?” He asked. It was as if I lost my train of thoughts, my brain couldn’t form any words. I shook my head slightly, frowning as I stared at him. The anger and resentment that took me almost a year to store away felt like it was resurfacing. “What ar
