It was difficult to describe how I felt.
It felt like a million emotions were rushing through me all at once and I had no time to sit and pinpoint which one was at the forefront.
Carlos.
The man that Quincy had just admitted to me that she had fallen in love with, was married.
He had been playing in her face this entire time.
Lying. Deceiving. Emotionally manipulating her.
I felt furious.
Heartbroken for her.
I quickly picked up my phone from my desk and shot Quincy a text, making sure to be very careful with my words.
Me: Quincy, are you home?
Me: We need to talk. Now
No emojis. No cushioning.
She replied almost immediately.
Quin: Yeah.
Quin: What's wrong?
I didn't respond.
I quickly gathered my things together.
It was past 5 already. I couldn't be here another second. I had to go.
But I couldn't just leave.
Not without William's permission.
I placed three gentle knocks on his door.
"Come in." I heard him say.
I did just that.
