Cheryl's POV:
Something felt off about Eric today.
In class, he made two mistakes, and when students shot him confused looks, he actually muttered, "Damn it."
That sounded so unlike him. Recalling how he lost control, I couldn't help but feel a little concerned.
After he assigned the homework and left the classroom, I almost followed him right away. But then I saw Edith, all dolled up, leaning by the door. I bit down my urge to check up on Eric.
I knew he didn't need me now.
The bitter thought lingered in my mind. Two years ago, when we were so close, he didn't need me, so why would he now?
As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, Chuck slid his phone in front of me, showing me a gallery invite for this weekend.
It was for an exhibition of Eric's latest series, featuring vivid portra
