A stabbing sense of anxiety pierced through her heart.
She let out a shuddering breath, palm coming to rest on her chest. The idea alone was killing her, and she was too irritated to even wonder why.
If he did have a lover, why did it matter? Just like she told him, they weren't in any form of relationship, so this shouldn't be any of her business.
But it was.
It felt like it was.
Right?
This hole of emptiness she'd always felt, this form of loneliness that had always just lingered, was burning at the edge now, draining her bit by bit.
"I'm losing it," she mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair. "I'm losing my mind—"
"Evelyn?"
The sudden sound of a familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she whipped her gaze up towards someone.
Amber.
Her pupils dilated.
"What are you doing here?" Amber walked over to her, a paper cup of coffee in her hand.
