Page 67 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

A familiar pair of grey irises landed on mine. Sarah.

I watched her take tentative steps towards me. Her arms clung to her side.

As she walked, the memories became more. With each step she took, the guilt became worse. Heavy silence engulfed the office as we stared at each other.

I wished I could hear her thoughts. I wished I could see how she viewed me. Though she—they, didn’t know the entire truth. They thought he passed in his sleep.

I never found the strength to tell them the truth. Instead, I…shut them out.

“Can I sit?” her voice was barely above a whisper. I nodded.

This was our second encounter—interaction.

“New York remains beautiful,” she remarked. Glancing everywhere but at me.

I couldn’t blame her.

“Yes.”

Placing her fingers on the desk, she started to hum a familiar tune.

It was what we’d both hum during the rain. When the lightning and thunder messed with her. I knew it.

I taught her.

She continued to hum, brushing her fingers against the few files on my desk. It was awkward. But I let it be.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the tune.”

“I haven’t,” I breathed.

“You know—” she trailed. “I’m still scared of the rain, but now I have Gavin, my husband, to run to...”

“...Chicago hasn’t been so bad. It has a beautiful skyline, especially along Lake Michigan. Beautiful parks.”

She still didn’t meet my eyes. But I could see her watery gaze fixed on the table.

“Sarah, I-”

“There’s a river-”

“Sarah-” My second attempt to stop her was futile.

Slowly the tears dropped. Leaving heavy drops on the table.

I could see her pain. In the way her fingers clenched.

“I’ve made a few fr—”

“Stop!” her eyes finally whipped to mine. “Just stop it, Sarah. please.”

The weight of my words hung in the air. Her teary eyes widened.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Damien.” she sniffed. “I’m sorry that your life didn’t go as planned. I’m sorry that your marriage didn’t work out. I’m sorry that y- you lost your son.”

My heart skipped a beat. Hearing someone say it for the first time in years felt like a dream— a nightmare.

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