Jane’s POV
"I'll give you some space to think about it, press that button on the table when you're done, I'll be back immediately," He said and turned to leave.
The door shut behind Allen, and the silence he left behind was unreal. My heart was still doing gymnastics, and Celine wasn’t helping. The moment he stepped out, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the guest room like I was a toddler about to run into traffic.
“Sit,” she said.
I sat. Mostly because my legs felt like noodles.
Celine paced across the room twice, muttering to herself before she finally stopped in front of me. “Jane, listen to me. Really listen.”
“I’m listening,” I whispered.
“No. You’re reacting. There’s a difference.” She kneeled down so she was eye level with me, hands resting on my knees like she was tr
