Her breathing is quickening, and uncontrolled fear is starting to win. Watching it happen hurts something. I tell myself it’s just because I don’t like to see women in fear. I tell myself that it’s because I’ve been watching her for so long, it’s like I know her. I tell myself it’s because I know what a piece of scum her ex and her mother are, and I hate that they’ve put her in this type of state. But it doesn’t matter because even though I also tell myself to stay professional, to stay away, I do it anyway. I place my hand overtop of hers, pressing it down onto the cool tabletop.
