Ethan
I stare at the black computer screen, my reflection looking directly back at me. Fiona works silently at her desk, refusing to look at or even speak to me unless absolutely necessary.
It’s my fault, too.
As soon as I caught her scent outside the office last night, I should’ve ended the call. I’m not sure how much she heard, but with the way she’s acting, Fiona had heard enough. The constant battering from Elder Johnson and my father would hurt anyone’s feelings, especially Fiona who already has doubts and fears about our relationship.
By the time the call ended, she was gone, locked up in her room, and I’d been on the other side of her doors before. If she doesn’t want to open the door, she won’t, which is fine. I told her I would give her any space she needed, and after what
