*Oh my God… no. No. It can’t be him.*
Her thoughts raced, chaotic and uncontrollable, but her mouth had a mind of its own. "What the f**k?" she blurted out, the words escaping before she could even think.
Mr. Matthew, who had been standing beside her going over the project details, turned sharply toward her, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Excuse me?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion, and a touch of disapproval.
She struggled to catch up with the present. She swallowed hard, trying to pull herself together, but her voice wavered when she finally spoke. “I’m... I’m sorry,” she stammered, feeling Mr. Matthew’s eyes on her now, too. “I didn’t mean to—”
But she couldn’t finish the sentence. Not with this suffocating weight pressing down on her chest, not with him standing there, smu
