Andrew
"Andrew!" James admonishes, his voice stern, while Harper shoots me a disapproving look.
Meanwhile, Sky’s oblivious fiancé doesn’t notice the innuendo behind my words. “Sky? Are you okay?” he asks her as he picks up the garment bag from the floor.
She shakes her head, tears on the brink of spilling from her eyes. She doesn’t get to play the victim, pretending to fight back tears. I’m the one who’s got hurt here! I’m the victim!
He nods, reaching for her hand and offering a supportive squeeze.
I used to do that.
Me!
The internal storm grows stronger, the memories of our shared intimacy desecrated by the cruel spectacle of him offering her comfort.
Everything she does intensifies my anger.
Everything he does deepens my rage.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Hudson,” he says. “I
