Days later

I stare at my laptop, unable to get past the first paragraph of the report I’m supposed to be reviewing. With a frustrated groan, I run both hands through my hair, still too upset over what happened with Giselle to focus.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"No… I’m sorry, what were you saying, Kalet?"

"What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird for days."

"Nothing," I snap.

"Nothing? Are you even aware of how bitter you’ve become lately?"

"There’s nothing wrong, ...