As Jerry walked away, the noise of the restaurant faded for Cassandra.
Her hands were frozen on the strap of her purse, her breath stuck somewhere between her chest and her throat.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, She watched him exit without looking back, without a pause, without hesitation.
And in that moment, reality crashed down.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
She had imagined him… maybe startled, Maybe angry.
But still emotionally tied to her.
Still attached.
She thought the sound of her voice would do something to him bring back memories, stir the guilt, reopen the old ache.
But nothing, Jerry had looked at her like she was a stranger.
And that... shook her.
"He just walked away," she muttered to herself, slowly sitting down again as her mind reeled.
At that moment She stared at the glass of water on the table, her reflection rippling in it.
Immediately Cassandra's brows furrowed even more.
She knew Jerry.
She knew his emotional patterns.
