Jamal sat in his office, his brows drawn together and a dull ache in his chest as he checked the countless messages he'd sent to Dawn all day with no response, even though he could see she'd read every one of them.
He leaned back and ran a hand over his face. "How long does she plan to do this?"
He dropped the phone beside him and stared at the ceiling.
His mind drifted again to the night before, and he replayed everything slowly in his head.
His chest tightened again as he recalled how she'd asked him to leave and turned her back to him.
Did she not realise that she had hurt his feelings? Yes, he shouldn't have left the way he did, but he'd expected her to reach out. That was what he would have done had the situation been reversed, not this attitude she was putting up.
Yes, he was wrong, but she was wrong too, and the fact that he was the only one trying too hard to bridge the gap between them right now didn't feel fair.
