KARIMA HEART
I just stared, and God knows I wanted to do more than just stare. Like grab the damn flowerpot by the door and smash it over her head. But why would I even bother? I’d already made up my mind, I’m done with Nathan. I don’t need his pathetic explanations. I don’t care if he’s in love with Ellie, or if he’s trying to play us both. And I sure as hell don’t care why she’s been sneaking into his f*cking house behind my back.
So I left her standing there, turned my back on the whole scene, and walked straight to the living area. This time, I took the single armchair directly facing Nathan. His face shifted—confused, uneasy—about to ask me something… until Ellie waltzed right in. Inviting herself inside. The door clicked shut behind her before Nathan even realized what had happened
