“Wait, just… just hear me out. I can explain.”
The words flew out of my mouth before my brain could stop them.
The room froze.
For a brief second everything was still, suspended in time.
You could have heard a mosquito sneeze.
Beth’s pen hovered mid‑air.
Corrine’s smile sharpened like she’d been waiting for this exact moment—though I can’t imagine why. Maybe watching someone (me) dig their own grave deeper and deeper is her idea of premium entertainment.
Derek’s jaw flexed—once, twice—like he was physically restraining himself from walking out or giving me a shove into the aforementioned grave.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering like they were nervous too.
Fine, that may have been my overactive imagination embellishing the scene, but the tension absolut
