Chapter 45

She did not respond, only shaking her head again. Meanwhile, I was trying to still think of a way to defuse this clearly tense situation between us.

“Do you want to eat first, then talk later?” I tried asking, motioning to the now-slowly cooling plates of food. “Let us sit and talk about this all later,” I insisted.

“Are you saying that I need to calm down, Donald?” she did not back down, and it was becoming increasingly hard for me to calm down. “Is that what you’re saying?”

I sighed again, bringing my hand to pinch my nose in a furious attempt to stave off my desire to argue back. The silence that ensued after her query was rife with tension, and soon after the moment passed with Julie huffing and storming past me.

“And where are you going?” I demanded.

She opened the door, biting out, “To get some actual rest, Donald,” before storming out, slamming the door loudly in her wake.

I grit my teeth, clenching my hands into fists and punching the wall right next to me.

…

The next morning