Getting It Off My Chest

I didn’t even bother to reply to him as I tried to control the anger rapidly growing in my chest. To my slight disappointment, my mood had not improved at all even when we arrived back at his place. There were so many things going on at work and I also knew that it probably wasn’t the right time for me to confront Ace about the disaster that unfolded at dinner; however, I felt like my entire chest might burst if I continued to keep it in. Just when I made the decision to talk to Ace about it and to tell him honestly how I felt, Ace’s phone started ringing.

It was quite late in the evening, and I had no idea who could be calling. Before I knew it, I had started wishing that the one on the other end of the land wasn’t Elizabeth. Ace took our his phone and answered the call in one swift motion. The stern look on his face told me that the call wasn’t from Elizabeth or anyone looking for small talk in the evening to pass the time.

“Tell me about it…” Ace said in a serious tone.