Sandy's POV
“Sandy.”
I stopped in my tracks when I started to walk away from his desk. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning around to look at him. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
I took my time to look at him. His eyes were looking sunken with bags under them. His hair was tousled and skin slightly pale. He looked different, almost sick.
I felt bad that we have been distant and that was because of me. I was battling my emotions and trying to overlook what had happened days ago. I was irritable at the slightest things and I preferred to stay away to not create problems between us. Secondly, I was still salty about the fact that he had told me to relax and not do anything.
“What?” I responded.
Anthony rubbed his face and looked to the side with a calculative lo
