“I simply can’t believe him.” I yell at the top of my lungs to an empty room.
Growing more and more frustrated with the entire situation, I just want to pull my hair out and cry some more. Nothing I do will change the fact that he wants Mrs. Logan. Nothing.
As I feel the tears form in my eyes, I know that breaking down again is inevitable and then let it happen. When the flood gates open, of course the door opens and Jordan walks in. “What an inopportune time.” I think to myself while glancing over at him and wishing he hadn’t.
Rushing over to me with open arms, he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?” As if he had no clue what is troubling me.
Looking up into his eyes, I see him troubled too and I find myself wondering if he is thinking the same thing or that he really feels bad
