Heather gestured in my general direction, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian turn to look at me. And he never looked away. I was barely holding back the tears, but I hoped he didn’t notice them. I was unable to stand tall with the weight of the conversation sitting heavily on me. My shoulders sagged, my head hung low. It was impossible to look fine. “You should probably go, Heather,” he said, his voice distant.
