Callen
I had arrived home from work and picked up dinner on the way. I had been worrying most of the day after my visit from Jess. I felt terrible. I made her feel like I was changing our mind about us when it is the opposite of that. It isn’t only that, though. I have a feeling she had something else on her mind.
I am hoping we can get a chance to talk things over tonight. When I got into the apartment, I was met with Jess pacing the living room floor. She was mumbling to herself, running her fingers through her hair. Something was bothering her.
“Jess, love, are you OK? What is going on?” I ask, concerned.
She stopped, turning to me for a second. It looked like she has been crying.
“No, I am not OK,” She snapped.
I was taken back, not expecting her to snap at
