Sarah
I see the name on the screen and it makes my blood boil.
Amanda.
The woman he's been waiting for and rejecting me over and over again.
Matthew snatches the phone off the desk without even blinking, as if I am not even here.
The air turns ice cold.
I take a step back, arms folding over my chest as he presses the phone to his ear.
"Amanda," he says, his voice tight, full of emotions.
I want to hate how quickly he answers. I want to hate how his face changes.
I should leave. I should turn on my heel and walk out of this office with my head high, my pride intact.
But I don't.
I stay, watching, waiting.
"…Yeah," Matthew says, rubbing his jaw. "I know."
I can't hear her and it is killing me. What is she saying?
He leans forward, resting his elbow on the desk. "When?" he asks eagerly.
My stomach twists, my fingernails biting into my arms as I squeeze them tighter around myself. He sounds eager. Desperate, even.
For her.
