Chapter 38

I stare at the woman infront of me, sitting in a wheelchair with her arms cross across her chest.

The man that had pushed her in had left the two of us to seat at another table with a clear view of Abriana Santos.

It's been almost ten minutes since the man had pushed her infront of me and I'm still unable to say a word.

Abriana, just like me, doesn't seem to know what to say.

"Wow, this is awkward." She breaths out, breaking the silence.

I look at her again. Abriana has cut her blond hair short, highlighting her green eyes. She looks at me with curiosity, not disgust or judgement.

"Did i..." I started, wondering what the hell i would do if what i think actually happened. "Did i do this?" I asked.

I can already feel my eyes sting and my neck burn from the panic that was threatening to get through my chest.

"Do what?" She asked.

I looked down at my hands on my lap, realizing that i was playing and twisting the wedding band on my left ring finger.

I heard a soft chuckle coming from Abria