DAWSON
I watched Carla disappear down the hallway, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. My voice rang out, sharp and desperate. “Carla! Stop!”
She didn’t. She kept running, her shoulders set and head turned away, as if the sound of my voice only drove her to move faster. My stomach twisted at the sight. She thought—she thought I had something going on with Joyce. The idea was laughable if it wasn’t so devastating.
With a low growl of frustration, I shoved Joyce off me, barely noticing her protest. I couldn’t deal with her right now. I could barely think straight as it was. All I knew was that I couldn’t let Carla go, not like this, not with her believing something that wasn’t true.
I took off after her, my legs moving on instinct. My chest burned with every step, but the ache in my
