I murmured, my voice hardly audible above a whisper, "I thought we were done with this." Every time I spoke, a knot in my stomach tightened and my breath felt thin. I turned to face Yemi, who was only a few steps away. Despite my every instinct telling me to turn away, his intense gaze was fixed on mine.
Exhaustion and frustration were visible on his face as he breathed gently and ran a hand through his hair. "Lola, I'm not sure if we're finished. Not quite yet. He waved a hand in the air, saying, "We can't just act like everything's fine, like all of this didn't happen."
I wasn't prepared for how hard his remarks affected me. We're standing here, in this dark gap between us, wondering if there's still room for us to move on, something I never would have thought possible a year ago. But
