Selena walked quickly down the corridor, each step clipped and uneven as though her legs weren't fully obeying her. The fluorescent lights above seemed too bright, too sharp, throwing every line of her face into cruel relief. Her eyes shimmered dangerously, lashes wet with tears she refused to let fall until she had the safety of four walls around her.
She reached her office door and fumbled with the handle, the tremor in her hand betraying her calm facade. The wood gave way under her push, and she slipped inside, closing it gently, almost reverently, as if slamming it would shatter something inside her for good.
The moment the latch clicked, her back met the door. She pressed herself against it, chest heaving, palms flattening against the cool surface. She squeezed her eyes shut.
It felt like her body was trying to hold her together while her insides broke apart.
Jack hadn't defended her. Not the way she thought he would.
