I stared up at Elena’s office building, thinking back to the last time I came here. I had come to pick her up because I needed a present for Sarah’s birthday, and she’d been more distant than usual. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but could it be that she was acting that way because she didn’t want me to marry Sarah? I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair as I walked in.
Lately, my mind had been a mess. Perhaps it had all been cognitive dissonance, a way of convincing myself that there really could be something there between Elena and I…or was there some atom of truth in my suspicions?
The lady at the reception desk rose to her feet when I walked in, her eyes widening. “Mr. Delmonte,” she called, sounding surprised.
“Hello. I apologize for barging in unexpectedly. Co
