The Night Before I Knew Him
I brace myself—half expecting a slap, a scream, something.
But instead, the air breaks with laughter.
Not the kind that comes from amusement. This one’s sharp, manic, echoing around the office like it doesn’t belong to a human being.
My head snaps toward her. Natalya is laughing—actually laughing—clutching her stomach, her expression twisted with disbelief.
My lips tremble. I can feel my confidence shriveling under the sound.
"He told you he loves you?" she asks between laughter, like the words themselves are a punchline.