He stopped mid-sentence, staring at me in confusion, as if he couldn’t understand why I was so calm.
If this were before, I would have been hysterical, demanding he do the same for me, as if that would prove my place in his heart.
“Lillian, why are you speaking like that? Hannah and I aren’t…”
“I’m not thinking anything! You’re college friends and kindred spirits. If you wanted to be together, what does it have to do with me?”
“I don’t care. Do whatever you want!”
“I’ve got an injured arm and can’t sleep well. From now on, I’m sleeping in the guest room!”
“Get some rest. Good night!”
Without waiting for a response, I closed the guest room door behind me.
I heard the sound of a door slamming outside. Scott was angry again.
He probably thought I was ungrateful for not playing along with his game.
In his eyes, I must have been a walking mistake.
Whether I was hysterical or composed, it didn’t make a difference to him.
The next day, I was deeply focused on reviewing old cases when I heard a female voice outside the door.
“Scott, today I have to see your legendary studio!”
“Come on in any time! You’re always welcome here!”