The door shut behind him.
I still held his phone in my hands, my fingers frozen around it, as if they no longer belonged to me.
Nathaniel’s eyes settled on the screen for a second, before it landed back on me.
“What are you doing with my phone?”
He sounded calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that always came before he turned cold.
My heart raced faster.
“ I wasn't going through it.”
He took slow, measured steps towards me.
“So why are you holding it?”
I lowered my eyes to the screen once again.
The message was still there.
Nessa
I enjoyed tonight.
“I saw the message.”
His expression didn't change.
Not even flicker.
No guilt.
No surprise.
Nothing.
Finally, I forced the question out.
“Who is Nessa? And what was it that she enjoyed about the night?”
He let out a loud, hum
