Meredith.
I slammed the door to the office behind me, harder than I meant to.
My footsteps echoed down the hall like gunfire, loud and fast, until I burst out into the cool Dusk air.
Damn him.
Damn him!
I wrapped my arms around myself as I marched across the front garden, feeling the sharp wind whip my skirts and bite my skin. But I didn't care.
I wanted to get as far away from that house as possible. From his knowing eyes. From his suffocating silence.
How dare he?
How dare he dig into my wound like it was his business?
How dare he make arrangements with his doctor behind my back?
He could have asked. Once. Just once, even though I wouldn't reveal it like how I didn't tell him how I got my scar when he asked about it.
But no. He needed to prove something. Needed to have his answers, his little puzzle pieces, fit neatly into place.
And now he knew...
