The books she had been holding scattered onto the floor at the sound of Wade’s voice, the photograph going down with them. She scrambled to pick everything up but couldn’t reach the photograph under the bed.
“I asked you a question! What the f**k are you doing here!?”
Her whole body trembled as she stood up, books in hand, the photograph long forgotten.
“I… I’m sorry.”
She could hear his footsteps getting closer, from where she stood, the sound of his feet against the stone floors resounded louder than thunder claps. She could see that his hands were clenched into fists, he was seething with anger and she swore she could feel the heat emanating off of him.
He was right in front of her before she knew it, but she couldn’t move, it felt like her feet were glued to the floor.
“I didn’
