Cassidy walked upstairs with heavy steps, with impatience. She needed to get away from Mira before the tension between them escalated any further. As she reached the bedroom, she found Dave stuffing clothes into a duffel bag, his back turned to her.
“Are you still not done?” Cassidy asked, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.
Dave glanced over his shoulder, offering her a quick smile. “Almost there. I just need to pack a few more things. I’ll be down in a minute.”
Cassidy frowned, glancing toward the door as if Mira’s presence could somehow seep through the walls. “Please hurry, Dave. I can’t stand being in the same house as her for another minute.”
Dave nodded, sensing the urgency in her voice. “I know, Cassy. I’ll be right down.”
Cassidy didn’t want to press him further
