He was calm. Why the fuck was he so calm? It got under her skin, and some how she felt both deflated in her anger and more annoyed than she’d been previously. How could he just sit there and look at her. She grabbed something off of his desk, not even paying attention to what it was before she threw it against the wall, just to hear the sound.
Katie didn’t remember anything she wanted to ask him, now that he was in front of her. There had been so much she had agonized over in the last few months, and now it was replaced with rage and fear and sadness and all she could do was stare at him. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until that moment, tears running hard down her face. She allowed the wind to rush from her, as she crumpled into the chair across his desk.