81: Breathless

Elizabeth crosses her arms across her chest.

I think of taking a step back and closing the door, acting as if nothing happened, but something much stronger than me stops me. I look from her to Damien, and he's watching me with a blank expression. How does he feel about me interrupting them?

What's she even doing here? They broke up.

The silence is awkward as fuck. No one says anything, not even Damien. I was sure about staying, but now I'm not so sure. I look at Damien again, and he's watching me intensely. Does he want me to leave, but doesn't want to say it in front of her? I clear my throat and say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keller, I didn't know you were busy." I don't think calling him by his first name in front of her is wise. Who knows? Maybe he's going to take her back, and I don't want to be that woman.

Although, the thought of them getting back together bothers me. The feeling isn't as black as it should be, but it's tinted. I won't deny it.

"You should've left a minute ago," Elizabe