My legs feel planted, I'm unable to move. I take a deep breath, I was falling for someone who had a part in my father's death. It would've been so much worse if we were dating, a part of me feels relieved that we are not. I have so much questions, not just for Connor, but my mother too. My whole world is crushed.
"Stacy" horror is still written all over his face.
"I think I shall leave you two to talk" Laura says as she walks past me out of the door. I turn around and I walk towards my desk.
"Stacy" he grabs my wrist "Please let me explain" he says with panic all over his face.
"Let me go" I try to yank my wrist, but his grip is tight and immediately I think back to my childhood, being punished.
"Let me explain" he says.
"You are hurting me" I say, he lets go. I hold my wrist.
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