CALLA
For a moment, I just sit there staring at nothing. My pulse is still uneven.
That was... a lot.
I exhale slowly, dragging a hand through my hair before letting it fall back against the chair. This is exactly why I shouldn’t be here. Why I shouldn’t have agreed to any of this in the first place. I push my chair back, grabbing my bag in one swift motion. I have stayed long enough. Too long actually. Whatever that moment was, it’s over now and it doesn’t mean anything.
I straighten, smoothing down my top, fixing my hair with quick, practiced movements. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head for the door.
Don’t look at him. That’s the rule. I follow it, keeping my gaze forward, my steps steady, and my mind focused on one thing only— leaving. But then I reach the door. My hand wra
