Chapter 124 Yes, No, Maybe
- Abby
- My cheeks flush a deep shade of scarlet as Karl’s question hangs in the air, an unspoken tension filling the room.
- I suddenly feel very aware of every minute detail: the way the soft glow from the desk lamp casts a shadow on his face, the almost-empty wine glasses on the edge of my cluttered desk, the nervous drumming of my own fingers against my thigh.