And just like that, he was gone. The door clicked shut behind him.
I sat there for a moment, staring at the spot where he had been, frustration coiling tightly in my chest. Irene let out a slow breath, shaking her head.
“That man,” she muttered softly. “Always in a rush, always half here, half somewhere else.”
I didn't respond, because I didn't know what to say. I wanted to believe he trusted Irene, even if he didn't trust me...yet he shuts her out too. Now I'm even more confused.
Deep down, I wanted to believe that beneath his stoic exterior, he would one day care enough to include me in certain issues, to treat me as a partner instead of an afterthought.
But tonight was just another harsh reminder. He moved according to his own rules, his own rhythms, and the rest of us...whether h
