This was more than awkward.
It was embarrassing.
Kate could feel Elizabeth's stern gaze on her as she continued to stare at her hands.
This wasn't like Kate at all.
She—they should be talking about the other night.
And her erratic behavior.
How ironic.
Under normal circumstances, she would encourage her clients to talk and yet—here she was refusing to talk.
But—it wasn't as simple as that.
What was she supposed to say?
That it was an accident?
No one was that naïve—especially Elizabeth.
Maybe she should opt for the truth?
No.
After all, what did the truth ever accomplish—other then hurt and consequences?
She should say something—anything to break this awkward, eerie silence.
A lump formed in Kate's throat as Elizabeth took her hand.
Without hesitating, Kate pulled back, immediately standing up.
This was too much.
The last thing she needed—wanted—was Elizabeth's so-called understanding.
Elizabeth wouldn't understand.
How could she when, truthfully, Kate didn't understand it herself.
Neither one of them were gay.
So why did it happen?
She wasn't too sure, but if she couldn't understand why it had happened, then how could she expect Elizabeth to understand?
Without saying anything, barely looking at Elizabeth, Kate exited the recreational room.