Mack
We rode in the same car that was disguised as a taxi. She may as well have been on a different planet. I tried to engage Anna in small talk but the withering looks she gave me made me shut up and just stare out the window.
“You two are going to have to at least pretend to be somewhat lovey dovey.” Anna shot Sawyer a nasty look and his wife glanced at Anna. Then a knowing look came over her face and she whispered something to her husband.
He went pale and I wanted to know what it was they were whispering about. I reached for Anna’s hand but she practically broke my fingers for going near her. Does she hate me that much? I keep asking myself this with her.
This would be what some would call a toxic relationship, but I was the one that seems to be provoking her ire. I should be treat
