Jack.
Jealousy intertwines with irritation as I pace back and forth in Anna’s dimly lit bedroom, each step a futile attempt to dispel the storm of emotions raging inside me. Her concerned gaze pierces through me, the worry swirling in her hazel eyes only amplifying my frustration.
I run a hand through my tousled hair, forcing myself to breathe deeply. With each inhale, I feel my lungs stretch.
when I glance at her hands, nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt. There, shining on her finger, is the ring I gave her, a token of my affection before she walked out. Its gleam brings a momentary sense of calm, yet it’s not enough to quell the rising tide of conflict within me.
“Jack,” Anna whispers, her voice delicate and low.
She’s on her feet now, no longer a still figure on the bed.
