His body did not move much, just a tiny shift of his shoulders as he sat up straighter, but it was enough.
Enough to make me feel like the ground beneath me had tilted a little. Like I had just poked something I should never have touched.
The room suddenly felt smaller, and the air felt heavier. Suddenly, my chest became tight like someone had tied me up with ropes.
I wanted to take the words back, swallow them down, pretend I never said anything.
But the sound of Caroline's name was already out there, hanging in the air like smoke that refused to fade.
Holy Lord, why in the world did I mention Caroline?
It just slipped out, like my tongue had a mind of its own. One stupid little name, and now it feels like I have accidentally dropped a match into a room full of kerosene.
I don't even know if he had any good or bad intentions towards her.
Maybe he doesn't even care. Maybe he just blinked and moved on.
