I leaned back in my chair, trying to keep my cool. "I'm fine. You don't have to do this,"
Her gaze softened, taking a step closer. "I care about you, Race. More than you know,"
"Sabina—" I began, but she cut me off, her hand reaching out to touch my arm.
"I've always cared about you," she whispered, her eyes intent.
The room felt smaller, the air thicker. I needed space—away from this. "This needs to stop," I finally said, firm and clear.
Her smile faltered, but only for a moment. Then she regained her composure. "You'll see," she said softly, "I'm the one who's always been here for you,"
I don't really know what's going on with her mind. She started being a sore in my eyes these past few years because of her unusual behavior.
Because of what was happening around me, I decided to go
