#Chapter49
Seven Years Ago
Arella
WITH SHAKY limbs, I made my way into the elevator. Skip followed. He had not said a word after bidding goodbye to them. And now, I could pass out with nervousness and worry.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say.
The door closed in front of us. He pressed the number eleven button. The elevator lifted, and each change of the digits made my heart race. I wondered if he would ever see me the same person again. He said he loved me more. Did he mean it? Because now that just the two of us, he had not said anything. It felt like he distanced himself from me and suddenly turned stone cold.
Argh! I’m over-thinking it, ain’t I?
The elevator dinged on the eleventh floor. I felt his hand on my lower back, but he remained silent, and I couldn’t even turn to look at him. I was afraid to see his raging face and hear the fury in his words.
