Whispers of a Second Chance
I stood up from my chair, defeated.
I reached for the door handle, my hand trembling slightly. Just as I was about to step out, Daryl's hand closed around mine. I turned to look at him, my eyes drawn to his hand that held me captive, a silent plea in its grip….
"Don't make this difficult for both of us," I said, my voice hardening, pulling his hand away from mine. "Just... let's be professional." He looked at me, his eyes pleading. "Why don't you give me a chance?" he asked, his voice low. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me.