I watched her walk away; she was upset. It was my fault, and she deserved to be upset. I'd just talk to her tomorrow, right now she needed to blow off steam.
I had hoped she'd turn around, but she just walked in and slammed the door shut. I stood there watching, and eventually, I turned around and left.
I got back to the office and I couldn't help but remember that look in her eyes, and the way she tried not to yell at me. How do I let her know that I didn't mean for it to go down like this? And that 'Goodbye' did she really mean it?. She couldn't have.
Snapping myself to reality I placed a call across to Devan.
"Hello, Devan".
"I need you to find the name of a school for me"
"Sure sir, what's the name?".
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Cynthia's POV
The call from the school came just as Jamie and I cleane
