Thanks be to EBT.
For a second, my emotions were everywhere.
I was startled you stopped me.
I was relieved you stopped me.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to believe.
But most importantly, I wanted to scream.
"You don't miss me," I snorted. "Even if you do, you don't get to miss me. You don't have the right to miss me."
And I started heading toward the staircase again.
"I know you think that this all about you, Angela, but it's not."
Out of sheer rage, I turned around and threw my book in your direction. I saw it land somewhere in your bedroom before I faced you.
You and the anger on your face.