Denver.
I had followed her without being seen, moments after she left my room.
Old habits. Old instincts. Something told me Christopher might want to get back at her, and I was not about to let that happen.
When she first entered her room, I thought my concerns were unfounded for a moment, until I heard his voice.
Christopher was already inside.
I stopped just short of the doorway, my presence swallowed by the dim corridor, and I listened to their banter for a while.
Christopher sounds arrogant, as always. Painting himself as the victim when he should be apologizing, the audacity.
He accuses. He points. His voice rises, sharp with wounded pride. He tries to cajole her into a lie he has already framed in his head.
Selena does not shrink.
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