“Luh,” Ella asked, “was he mad?” She kept asking herself, “Why hadn’t he come back? What did I do wrong? What did I say or might that have made him mad?”
As Ella stared at the mannequin, she couldn’t take her eyes off the reflection of Reid’s stare. She couldn’t get rid of the way he looked at her before he left the room. Minutes stretched into hours, and there was still no sign of Reid in the room. Time kept ticking away without any sign of his return. As Ella wandered around her mind, she became preoccupied with regret and guilt. Perplexed and tormented, she anxiously attempted to find the illusive guilt that hung upon her conscience. Nonetheless, the solution evaded her intense thought, leaving her frustrated. Her mind was racing, and Miguel’s name kept popping up. She thought about it
