>Alisha
"Is that really necessary?"
Marcus had been standing off to the side, arms loosely crossed, watching me pace the room. I had sighed so many times since I hung up the phone that I'd lost count. On the last one, long and tired, he finally decided to speak.
I slowed to a stop and glanced at him. I couldn't remember when I started allowing him the freedom to question me like this, but somewhere along the way, I must have given him that right.
He looked far too comfortable now, standing there with concern written openly across his face.
Another sigh escaped me as my eyes drifted back to the burner phone lying on my desk. It sat there innocently, dark and silent, yet it felt heavier than anything else in the room.
"If I'm being honest," Marcus said carefully, "you're only hurting yourself by doing this."
I snapped my head toward him, irritation flashing through me. My thoughts were already tangled enough without his voice adding to the chaos.
