Consequences (3)

"We need to talk."

Two drops of sweat trickled down my forehead when both girls dropped their argument and looked over. 

And as childish as it might be, I outright refused to even look at my ex. 

Cassie being here was just an irrelevant coincidence. And I wasn't going to treat it as anything more than just that. 

Turning my eyes over to Irene instead, I looked as deeply into her face as I could without actually staring. I searched for even the tiniest hint that my long-standing worry, theory, and belief could be wrong. 

A single clue that I was actually wrong. 

But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see a thing. 

'So I was right.'

I closed my eyes and sighed only to take a long breath later. 

"Wait, we?" Irene jumped a little, her anger, annoyance, and whatever else she was acting out subsided by a genuine surprise. "Not with…"