MERRICK
Avalon was not at all herself today. She also didn’t seem like she slept a wink either last night. It worried me that something might be wrong, but she didn't say anything about it.
I had asked her about it twice already and all that I got from her was, “Don’t worry about it.” But how could I not when she looked like that?
We were back at the office now, and instead of working, she had a frown on her beautiful face that did not belong there, not to mention zoning out whenever we were talking about something.
Was it me? Did I say something?
I worried because she had not looked me in the eyes at all. Every time I tried to have a conversation with her, it was either she was dismissive or she would not look at me at all.
Did I perhaps push too far last night?
Memory of my body a
