Chapitre 77: 77-My Father Buried Me.

Helanie:

"What a jerk!" I groaned, furious that he acted as if I'd flashed him on purpose. Even though it had been almost two minutes since he left, I still couldn't settle down.

"I should have just signed the papers," I sighed, slumping onto the couch and staring at them from across the room. My thoughts were interrupted by a phone beeping nearby.

"I don't have a phone," I muttered, glancing over at the coat beside me.

"Oh!" Realization dawned quickly—he'd left his coat in his hurry to leave, and in his coat pocket was his phone. But why did he act like he was the one embarrassed? I was the one who got exposed! What exactly was going on with him?