We got into the taxi and the door shut with a soft thud that seemed to echo inside my chest.
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, waiting for the address, and I gave it in a voice that felt tighter than I meant it to.
I leaned back, arms crossed, watching the city blur past the windows.
But the blur didn’t quiet the fire twisting in my stomach.
Anger had a grip on me.
Who does he think he is?
The scene replayed in my mind in jagged pieces, each one making my jaw clench harder.
Why would he look at me like that?
And then another thought slid in, unwelcome but stubborn—
Am I overreacting?
I bit the inside of my cheek. The truth was, I didn’t even know what exactly had lit the fuse.
It wasn’t just his words; it was… something else. Something in the way he carried h
