What’s going on, Kellan?” I said again, this time louder, my voice filled with frustration and anger. “You’re really acting like you can’t see me or hear me right now. What’s that supposed to mean?”
I took a step closer to him, but he still didn’t look at me. He had his hand on the doorknob, like he was ready to leave, and that made me more livid.
“And now you’re leaving,” I said, my arms still crossed tightly. “You’re walking out of the room without even saying a word to me. What’s the meaning of that? What’s happening between us? This doesn’t happen! This has never happened!”
I shook my head, trying to hold back the tears that were building in my eyes. “Is this because of what happened downstairs? Is it because of Doris? Because if that’s why you’re acting like this, then I think I deserve to be asked what really happened.”
I took another step toward him. “Why are you giving me the cold shoulder instead of asking me what happened? You’re supposed to talk to me, Kellan. You’re supp
