Her face flushed dark red. She jabbed her finger at me, shaking with rage. “You were following me? Nathan, what’s wrong with you! So what if I had dinner with him? What’s the big deal? He’s out there alone, struggling, no family, no support. Don’t you think that’s pitiful? You really have to be this petty? What’s the point?”
I laughed, but it came out harshly. “Funny thing, I was at the hospital alone today, too. But I didn’t see you feeling sorry for me.”
Caught in a corner, she tried to reason, “How can you compare yourself to him? And don’t you dare say I never cared about you, 'cause I have! Just not the way you demand, okay?”
But before she could finish, her phone rang, and it was Daniel again.
Swiftly, she snatched it up and answered it.
“Cassandra, I think I caught a fever in the rain. My head’s spinning,” the man said in a weak voice.
Panicked, she immediately replied, “Stay home. I’ll be right there!”
Afterward, she quickly hung up and grabbed her bag without so much as a glance at me.