I shouted that his reaction to my news was upsetting. I shouted that I hated how he went from hot to cold. I shouted that I didn’t know how to talk to him. I shouted that I knew that Steph had feelings for him. I heard my high, strained voice and knew that I should shut up; I was in a hole and every word made the hole deeper and darker but I kept hopelessly searching for the right word to close the hole up.
