Book 18: What Did You See?

Skye

Abby slouches in one of the firm, slightly worn armchairs in my office, picking fluff from the seams while I hurriedly answer several emails. She tilts her head, watching me like a hawk, her bright, nearly-white blonde hair falling over her shoulder in a platinum sheet.

I glance at her, huffing a breath, and ask, “What?”

“You’re freaking out.”

I slowly close my laptop, sliding my hands over its outer shell. “I am not.”

“You are. I can see all the arteries in your neck. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles scowling like that. You’ll be fine, Skye. Jeez, you’ve lectured before!”

“Not at the graduate level.” Even the mention of it has my chest tightening to the point of pain. Abby ignores my comment and takes several seconds to swivel side to side