After all, she was just a game piece to him.
"This is my business!" His voice echoed in her ear, sharp and forceful.
Yes, it was his business; she didn't even have the right to ask.
"Is it true that if I give you the photo, you'll leave?" Rachel asked softly, taking a deep breath.
He flinched slightly, his eyelashes trembling. After a long silence, he finally muttered a quiet, "Yes."
"Alright, I'll give you the photo."
She brushed past him and walked to the cabinet, rummaging through it until she found the old album.
Pulling it open, she took out a small photo of herself as a child, wearing a faded floral dress.
All she wanted was for him to leave. Every second he stayed in her small apartment made her heart beat faster, too fast.
She just wanted to get away from him. Only then could her heart finally calm down, and she could forget him completely.
Rachel handed the photo to Jeffrey.
