365 DAYS WITH YOU
' but my voice remained trapped in my throat, silenced by the oppressive tension that filled the air.
"I didn't do anything,' I protested, my words barely audible over the pounding of my pulse. She hasn't said anything yet, but I knew why she stood in my way. Nate's expression remained impassive, her arms crossed over her chest like a shield, her stance unyielding as a stone statue.
"Where to?" she asked finally, her voice dripping with a casual disdain that only fueled my growing unease.
"I'm going to see my mother," I replied, my voice laced with concern. "She is sick." I instantly regretted the added detail, as Nate's expression transformed into a sly smile. She chuckled, her arms waving