“I never should have hired you,” he whispers, jolting me from my fixation. His words are stabbing and painful. My brows furrow, and my hands fist his shirt in anger. “What did I do?” I reply, but he moves his hand over my mouth to keep me from speaking. Eventually, he releases his fingers from my face and turns his gaze away from mine. It feels like being doused in ice-cold water. He steps away, and I find myself reaching for him. “Wait,” I whisper. “Don’t go.”
