ZANE
I thought that I didn’t care about her. I thought I would be fine after she left.
But as soon as I walked out of that office… her office, my office now, I felt like s**t. That sick, hollow feeling like I had swallowed glass. Like something sharp and dangerous was stuck in my chest, and no amount of swallowing, breathing or moving would push it away.
I drove home on autopilot, my hands gripping the steering wheel so thought that my knuckles turned white. My eyes were burning but I kept telling myself that it was the light from the sun. Not guilt. Not regret. And not even pain
She had told me to check the surveillance cameras but I was too afraid to. I had already hurt her. What if I find out that I hurt her without any cause? And what if Dalia was really at fault?
When I walked
