CELINA’S POV
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Two weeks of peace at Logan’s office and the plan feels like it isn’t working anymore. I’ve showed up over dressed, worked when I got back home, and Sean doesn’t look like he’s suffering one bit— which is making all of this more exhausting. I wanted more, I wanted him to look like he’s loosing sleep, maybe stare at me longingly, anything to show that he regrets what he did, but all I get is him trying to talk to me now and then, and cold shoulders when there are too many people around, especially when Dalia is around.
But today is different, because as I stand in front of the elevator, waiting for it to come down, Sean strides in, and I force myself to face forward, praying the elevator comes this very second, but it doesn’t.
My entire body feels like its trembling with
