Salena sat on the edge of the long velvet couch in the waiting lounge outside Alec’s office, her palms clammy, her breath shallow. Her heartbeat was a chaotic drum against her ribcage as a thousand thoughts tangled inside her mind like vines choking a rose.
What will I say to him?
She got up, paced the floor, then sat back down—only to rise again, too restless to stay still. Her hospital gown had been replaced with a light woolen dress her mother had asked the staff to arrange for her, but her mind wasn’t present in her appearance. It was lost somewhere between the past and the terrifying unknown ahead.
Will he be angry? Of course, he will…
Will he mock me? Push me away again?
But beneath all that uncertainty lay a fear far more paralyzing than his rage—What if he asks me to come back
