Alethea

My heart pounds loudly in my chest, a steady drum of anxiety and frustration. I don't know if he's about to ask the same question I've been avoiding, but I can already feel the tension in the air.

I roll my eyes upward, exhaling sharply as I stare at his back. His posture is stiff, his shoulders tense, like he's carrying the weight of the entire world. But honestly? I don't care what's bothering him this time.

I watch as he opens the office door, leaving it ajar for me to follow. Slowly, I step inside and close it behind me, bracing myself for whatever storm he's about to...