Chapter 12
Skye's POV
My legs could barely carry me the five feet from my cubicle to his office door.
I stood there for a moment‚ my hand hovering over the handle‚ my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips. Every instinct in my body was at war with itself‚ telling me to run.
But I took a breath that did absolutely nothing to calm me down and pushed the door open.
He was standing by the window with his back to me‚ his hands in his pockets‚ his shoulders rising and falling with the kind of slow‚ controlled breathing that told me he was working very hard to keep something leashed.
He didn't turn around when I walked in.
I closed the door behind me with a soft click that sounded deafening in the silence‚ and I stood there with my back pressed against it because my legs
