Sarah
The sound of his voice. It stirred something deep within me, like a long-forgotten song.
Yet, despite the familiarity, I can't remember who he is. All I can do is feel a wave of overwhelming fear. Why is that?
"Sarah?" Matthew murmurs in my ear.
I snap my head toward him and force out a smile. "Yeah?"
"What's the matter with you?" he asks.
"Nothing," I reply, but my voice sounds hollow even to my own ears.
Matthew's eyes search mine, his brow furrowing slightly. He doesn't believe me.
"I need something to drink," I say, desperate to move away from Rodrigo.
Matthew nods, his hand still protectively at my back as he guides me toward the bar. I can feel Rodrigo watching us as we walk away, his stare burning into my shoulder blades.
"Whiskey, neat," Matthew tells the bartender. "And a soda for my wife."
"Thanks," I say absent-mindedly.
