SARAH
No.
God. No.
I am definitely not ready for this. How on earth am I going to make it out of this one unscathed? What can I possibly say that’s going to override everything he just saw?
The further I walk towards him, the more his scowl deepens, and the faster my heart plummets to the bottom of my belly that’s currently queasy from all the wine I’ve had to drink.
I’m almost expecting him to turn away and walk back into the house, then I’ll know I’m completely done for. But even as I climb up the steps, he’s still there.
Whatever I want to say, he wants to listen.
And that’s a good sign. That gives me the hope that I can talk my way out of this.
I plant myself in front of him, swallowing hard. His eyes soften, and the look on his face shifts from judgemental to…pitiful?
