Caroline

Nash slams the door to what I assume is the office hard. The blinds rattle, and the walls shake. It knocks over a picture frame sitting on a built-in shelf. He looks at me with disbelief, his blue eyes so dark, they’re almost black. The same intensity I encountered over the weekend stares back at me, but this time it’s not full of the passion that overtook us on so many occasions. Now, he appears broken, disappointed, and unsure of the situation. I can relate, I’m ...