Way, way, way quiet.
I look up and everyone is staring, although thank god not at me.
John and Vicky are walking out of the conference—yes, the conference room—and there’s tears streaming down their faces as they go.
It hits me like a ton of bricks and all happiness is gone. My bubble has popped, again, and the soapy residue covering me is starting to get fucking old.
As they head to their desks to pack up their knickknacks and shit, Apollo walks out of the conference room, along with some other suits, and they head down the hall and he never looks over at me. He never looks at me and he’s walking away and my heart is breaking into a million little pieces.