Eric’s POV
It’s happening again. It has to be. I crack my neck. I knew I was pushing her too hard. I jam my phone back in my pocket.
It’s not like she couldn’t handle the pressure. She’s stronger than she gives herself credit for. But maybe it’s just me she couldn’t tolerate. That’s why she left before now, it’s why she’s leaving now.
“Is she not coming?” Donna asks gently. Without thinking I run my fingers through my hair then quickly release when I realize what I’m doing. An old habit of my fathers.
“No,” I reply setting my jaw.
Donna looks at me with kind eyes that say a whole lot without saying anything it’s like she can read my soul. I don’t like it.
“We can still use the time if you’d like,” she says with a sweet smile and I wish I could indulge her for the sake of pity, but I
