Chapter 24

Elena Sergio

I missed Matthew. I knew I did. So bad. So very bad. I missed hearing his voice, his laugh, listening to him speak. I missed the times we had at lunch, just the two of us at our table, and sometimes our occasional mate, Dana, a shy introvert. I missed how he always told me things about his life and the time we spent talking. And now I thought of it I overreacted, I should never have lashed out at him. Told him what I did. That was the stupidest, but what had been done had done. And as much as I missed Matthew, I felt my actions were justified.