Whispered Assumptions

***Marcella***

"You know everything he said was bullshit, right?"

I turned my head at the sound of Pat’s voice. He stepped out of the dark hallway, making his way over to the sofa beside me.

I sighed, nodding. "I know. I don’t even know why I’m letting his words get to me."

"Because somewhere, deep inside, you still wonder what if."

I turned to Pat, frowning, letting his words settle.

Did I?

No.