I needed a quick diversion, anything to steer my thoughts from where they were spiraling. “You’re a little late today,” I said, grasping at the first flimsy thread of conversation that came to mind.
He paused, hesitating for a beat before rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Had a lot of things to take care of.”
Things, I echoed bitterly in my head, the word laced with quiet venom.
Things like her?
Was Onika one of those things?
Is that why her scent still clings to your shirt like a bruise that won’t fade?
Is that why I can taste her every time the air shifts between us?
“Hmm,” I hummed, schooling my voice into something neutraltrying not to sound like I'm interrogating him.
“Something happened though,” he added. “Onika came to my office.”
That name slithered into the space betw
