Katrina pov
The silence in the dining room was suddenly too loud.
How could he just slide out of his chair like that, leave the room, and go make a call in secret? I stared at his half-empty plate, the ambient warmth of the morning completely evaporating. We had promised each other. We had literally looked into each other's eyes and agreed: *no secrets, no matter what.*
"No secrets," I whispered to myself, the words tasting bitter.
I couldn't just sit there poking at my food, pretending my heart wasn't trying to hammer its way out of my chest. I stood up, my bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor as I crept toward the hallway. Pressing myself against the wall, I tilted my head just enough to lean toward the crack in the door where he’d gone to speak.
My breath hitched when I
