Renee took a steading breath.
… Everyone judges me.
… I bet he thinks I’m nuts.
Renee growled at herself to shut up.
… Get back to work.
… Don’t look at his…
The need to fix what she said clawed at her throat, but she wouldn’t let it out. Instead, the moment played back in her head. Over and over again, it split her sanity, until she attempted another look.
A blind one. One that showed she wasn’t a psychopath. One that allowed her to be deep in thought, that pretended she was thinking about her own work.
She knew her own, inside and out. ‘Could talk about it when she wasn’t even within the realm of knowing where she was in her books as a way to divert any unwanted attention that loomed in her direction.
And there was generally a lot of it.
Lots of practice.
Pulling her
