Sandy’s POV
It had been an hour since I saw Anthony at my doorstep, and I was still angry just at the sight of him. The image of him staring at me like I did something bad to Ida still flashed in my head. It still hurt that he would easily think that I could do such a thing to someone. No doubt, I was jealous but how dare he think I was violent because of my feelings and our friendship.
I turned on my bed to get a more comfortable position as sleep seemed to be far from me. I stared at the ceiling through the darkness of the room and thought back to how he had been looking when he was here. He looked exhausted with baggy eyes and rough hair. He barely looked like the energetic man I knew and at some point, I had felt the urge to hear him out but I didn’t want to get back on my word.
Wit
