“Blair. You said that we were going to talk today about what happened yesterday. The day is still young, but we might as well get it done with.”
“Matthew, do you realise that that’s all that we’ve been doing lately? Talk about everything that’s going wrong. You should know that it’s quite draining.”
Instead of looking into his eyes, I made it seem like I was fascinated by the murky liquid that swirled about in my mug—the liquid that I was able to name as coffee, with a taste that I was sure I would never come to enjoy. The only reason why I had even bothered to make it, was simply because I had hoped that it would be able to buy me some time before Matthew decided that it was time to finish that dreaded talk. Sadly, it hadn’t made as much difference as I
