Chapter 90

She glances my way again, and the trusting ache reflected in those pleading eyes tells me she truly does not look at me and see a threat. She has no idea he could look at me that way, and it only kills me more. My throat dries up, my body gets clammy, and my skin cools as all my blood drains. I stammer, clear my throat to get a grip on my voice, and then take a deep breath.

“Have you asked him?” I force out, gulping hard, trying to evade this conversation, yet caught in it with no chance of escape. She shakes her head sadly.

“I’m too terrified that the answer might be yes. And then what will I do? I’ll die without him.” She sobs some more, and I start willing like crazy for him to come and save me from this conversation. I have no idea what to say or how to act. It’s like she has pinned me into a corner where every answer could potentially open the trapdoor beneath my feet with just one wrong word.

“Maybe you two are just unhappy together…Or working as well as you