ARIA
“Who does he think he is?” I said out loud the moment I shut the door behind me, “trying to rub Karen in my face.”
I dropped my bag on the chair and leaned against the door, letting out a long breath. My chest felt tight, like I had been holding something in for too long. I pressed my hand against my waist, breathing slowly. The words sounded strong when I said them, but they did not carry the weight I wanted. Anger should have filled me. It should have been enough to drown everything else. Instead, it faded too quickly, leaving behind something softer and much more uncomfortable.
“Thank the gods I acted sharp,” I told myself. “I didn’t let him know I was hurt. I smiled and wished him well.”
I pushed myself away from the door and walked into the living room, but my steps were slow
