(Damon)
The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed rang louder than any scream in my head.
I stared at the desk, at the shattered pieces of her old phone that were still scattered across its surface.There was Glass, plastic, fragments of her past lying there as if taunting me like evidence of my failure to protect her from it.
She hated me right now. I could see it in the way she looked at me before she left. And she had every right to. I was burying secrets and yes…..destroying phones now as it is.
I sank into the leather chair behind the desk, resting my elbows on my knees and burying my face in my hands. The room smelled faintly of her whatever vanilla sweet perfume she had used this morning still lingered in the air. It smelt soft and floral, irritatingly deli
