My hand curled into a fist. For a second… I wanted to slap her.
Hard.
But I stopped myself. She wasn’t worth it.Touching her would only make me feel worse. There were other ways.
Better ways.
I stepped back, ready to close the door. And then— Footsteps.
Shannon’s expression changed instantly the moment she heard the footsteps. One second she was smug, the next she looked like she was about to cry. Then she threw herself backward.
The tray flipped, rice and soup spilling all over her body.
She raised her already red hand, trembling, voice soft and pitiful. “Miss McKellar… I know you’re still mad at me. If pushing me makes you feel better, then… I’ll take it. You can do it again if you want.”
I felt sick.
“I didn’t push you,” I said flatly. “You made that up yourself.”
Shannon’s tears fell faster. “If saying that helps you feel better, then… I’ll just say I fell on my own.”
Felix stood behind her.
For a second, I saw it.
That flicker.
Heartache.
For her.
My stomach twisted.
His expression shifted, something dark passing through his eyes, but then he looked at me instead, like he was forcing himself to believe me.