Mia stared at him. He was wearing the same outfit as he was last night. His hair was tousled as if fingers had roughened it, and his eyes had bags. She averted her gaze from him. The moment he got beside her, he let out a breath of relief. "What happened, Mia?"
She ignored him. He didn't deserve her glaring at him.
Jack sucked in a deep breath. "I'm talking to you, Mia. Do you know how bothered I was when I got home and couldn't find you? I tried calling, and you weren't picking up." He tried to hold her, but she shrugged his hand off. "Don't touch me, Jack."
His eyes widened. "What happened, Mia? What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
Mia stared at the confusion on his face. Was that how he had been deceiving her, acting as if he knew nothing when he was, in fact, the cause of everything? She sighed and closed her eyes. "Can you please leave, Jack? I don't want to see you."
