Celsete
I looked up at him his expression cold as usually
I knew I looked awful and my eyes were red. My cheeks were probably still wet. I probably looked like I’d seen a ghost.
“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” he asked his voice was quiet.
Too quiet.
It wasn’t the loud anger I expected.
“I… I don’t,” I stammered wiping my cheeks quickly. My voice was a shaky mess. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asked not moving from the doorway. He just stood there, watching me. His gaze felt like a physical weight pressing down on me searching for the lie.
“Yes,” I whispered, nodding too fast. “I’m sure It’s nothing.”
He was silent for a long moment.
The air in the whole reception area felt thick and hard to breathe. Margaret was pretending to type but I knew she was list
