I froze in the middle of the dance floor, watching him walk away from me through the crowd. He didn't ask permission, he didn't apologize, he just tried to dodge whoever he could to get out of there without looking back. His words echoed in my head, repeating over and over again. Each time they repeated, they got louder, and the blow felt harder and harder inside my chest.
"He knew about the apartment, about our home. Since when did he know?"
I'll never forget his face when he saw Chris. The look of astonishment on his face is etched in my memory, his glazed eyes and the slight seconds where his face fell apart before hardening and finally speaking to him. I still feel the fear in my chest, the fear of believing that he would lose his mind under the anxiety. He didn't, but I saw it app
