Ophelia was looking at Blaine with pleading eyes. Hoping he would just open his heart to listen.
But he was not even looking at her, as his eyes scanned the room, taking in all the smashed decorative pieces and furniture.
He shook his head once as his eyes followed the trail of destruction.
And when he looked back at her, she could see the confusion in his eyes still. Like he was seeing her for the very first time.
Like he did not know her.
“Honey.” She walked forward to take his hand, but Blaine took two quick steps back like she was some monster.
“Please.” She stumped a foot on the floor in frustration as tears welled up in her eyes. “Just listen.”
Why was her luck so rotten?
Why would Blaine come in, at that exact moment? Why had he not walked in earlier or later?
He looked
