Catherine
Something didn't feel right when I came downstairs and saw him sitting there. My heart raced, and my thoughts spun out of control.
What is he doing here? I asked myself, but I couldn't get the words out. My eyes searched the room, but I didn't find any answers.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked toward the dining table. I tried hard to avoid his eyes, but he kept staring at me.
My heart kept racing. I was so close to getting what I had always wanted, this wasn't the time for any distractions. I took a deep breath and shoved a spoonful of pasta into my mouth.
Each bite made the stomach upset worse. I tried not to throw up, swallowing slowly and carefully.
Mum never said a word, so did Dad, which was a little relief to my racing heart. Soon, we were through, and everyone stood up, including Jack, who wore a smile on his face, that unreadable gaze that struck a nerve in my heart.
