I took several deep breaths before Clayton opened the door of his office. And true to what he said, Samantha was there. She’s sitting on the couch with her black halter body-hugging dress. Looking at her right now makes me wonder if this is still the Samantha I knew in college.
That Samantha was nothing like this. She doesn’t wear clothes like this.
I have already seen her many times when I got back but I still find it hard for it to sink in. In my head, Samantha will never look like this.
Clayton held my hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Samantha,” he uttered in a low voice.
Samantha pursed her lips and sat up straight. She looked at Clayton’s hand on mine with narrowed eyes before giving me her glance. “Are you back together?” she asked.
Clayton let out a deep breath before p
