Killian.
I watch as Tamara walks off, with Chloe massaging the back of my arm.
She— she tends to be hurt when Chloe's around, the more reason why we're doing this but lately she just gives us both a blank stare.
I can't tell what's going on in that head, and it bothers me.
There's this saying that when a woman is silent, then there's an underlying storm on it's way.
While I don't totally believe in this, I'm beginning to give it a thought.
Tamara who would often fuss, cry her eyes out, throw sharp glances at Chloe and I, is suddenly immune to all of it.
Chloe storms in right after me, as I attempt to unbotton my suit jacket, she rounded me till she was right in my face.
“What the hell is going on?” She asked, her arms crossed, her eyes darting on. I could tell she was silently seet
