SOLAYNE
I froze, my eyes wide.
Why was he so...angry?
He looked away from me, pinched his brows between his fingers, and muttered a "f**k" under his breath.
He dropped the files and stood up.
"Come on." He rounded the couch, heading toward the dining table. But when he reached my side, I faced him.
"Marshall, what is wrong?"
"Nothing, Solayne. Can we go eat?"
"What do you mean nothing? I just watched you break a pen into two."
"The pen was fragile." He exhaled. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just...have some issues at the office. That's all."
That pulled a new concern from me. "What issues? Marshall, you know you can tell me."
He shook his head. "It's nothing you can handle. But don't worry, it'll be resolved soon."
He went ahead to the dining table. I glanced at the broken pen on
