HELDAThe look on Bodie’s face when he locks eyes with me is enough to crack the empty shell in which I’m now made of.

I don’t say a word, neither does Velma.

The room becomes dead quiet with the abandoned tray still lying on the floor.

Remnants of food stain the tiled floor, I focus my gaze there instead.

Not wanting to have to see that same look in his eyes.

The silence stretches too long, making it hard for me to breathe.

Discomfort and frustration tangle in my lower stomach, ...