As the door clicked shut behind Miguel, a deafening silence filled Bridget’s apartment. For a moment, she stood frozen, staring at the door as if willing it to reopen. When it didn’t, she let out a frustrated scream.
“Damn you, Miguel!” she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls. In a fit of rage, she snatched the TV remote and hurled it against the wall, the plastic shattering on impact.
Breathing heavily, she slumped onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. After a moment, she stood and began pacing, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor.
“How could he reject me like that? Humiliate me like that?” she muttered, her voice trembling with anger.
She paused, gripping the back of the couch, her knuckles white. “Calm down, Bridget. Calm down,” she said to herself. Taking a d
