I'm sorry

Adea

The door to Ethan’s office closes behind me and I start hyperventilating. The world spins and I reach out to grab something, anything to keep me upright.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Alone?

Alone?!

My brain was working on overdrive and my heart was hammering against my chest.

“What the actual fuck, Kor?” I gasp.

“I don’t know Adea, I wasn’t present. When you sleep I sleep. Sometimes I stay sleeping. I’m not always present when you and Ethan sleep together,” Kor says.

I walk shakily down the hall. I don’t know where I’m going but my feet guide me. I’m more focused on the way my knees are shaking. Ethan’s words are replaying on repeat.

“What does he mean I slept alone last night?” I say aloud. I don’t know if I’m asking Kor or talking to myself.

“I don’t remember him being there when we woke up this morning,” Kor says.

“Because he wasn’t,” I tell her, “I figured he woke up early and went to work as he does sometimes.”