The fluorescent lights above me buzzed like flies trapped in glass.
I kept my eyes on the floor.
Not because I was scared to look up.
Because if I looked at Jennifer again, I thought I might actually lose my fucking mind.
"What was that, sweetie?" Jennifer cut through my thoughts.
I blinked once before realizing she'd spoken at all.
"I said I need more time to think…" I said quietly.
Then, after a second:
"Please."
I hated that my voice cracked.
Jennifer smiled immediately. Not kindly. Not sympathetically. It looked like she'd been waiting for weakness to finally slip out of me.
"Oh, of course, Adrian. There's no question that you need time to…come to terms with things."
The way she said things made my skin crawl.
Like she already owned me.
I finally looked up at her.
