Calvin looked away and shifted uncomfortably. He knew he was at fault but his ego was so high he'd rather take a jab on me than admit it.
Seriously, how did I miss such a huge red flag?
He was so pumped up to save his ass that he couldn’t even ask me a polite ‘how are you?’
I heard from our colleagues that our entire division was also called out to assist dispatch during the monster wave. I guess he was too busy partying with his ex to give a sliver of care for my life. I took that day off for our damn anniversary. Maybe things would've turned out differently if I took a page from his book.
Calvin cleared his throat. The dead silence must be choking him.
“Got the day off?” he asked, changing the subject.
“By the way, Commander Harris is back. He invited us to his 20th year in service party.” He rattled off, careful not to mention Cathy or my brush with death. Every word that came out of his mouth was like salt rubbing into my wound.
“Enough.” I cut him off mid-sentence. “We’re done, Calvin.”
His face darkened.
“What do you mean?”