If she had known he would show up and that the two of them would meet like this, she would never have come.
Susanna quickly made her way into the restroom. After locking herself inside a stall, she pulled at her hair in utter chagrin, remembering that night.
Although it hadn't been fully light the next morning, she had fled his apartment before he woke up. More than two months had passed since then, yet she still couldn't help thinking about it every single day...
Just now, Silas Vane hadn't even spared her a glance, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.
She had mentally prepared herself to never see him again; to act like complete strangers even if they crossed paths. So why did it hurt so much to see him ignore her like this?
Troubled and hiding in the bathroom, Susanna had a sudden impulse to just stay locked inside and never go back out.
