- RAYA -
The day passes painfully slow after I say goodbye to Dex in the morning.
Laurel keeps popping up in my periphery. Every time I turn thinking I'm going to catch her glaring at me, her gaze shifts in time so that it appears she is focused on something else. But I know the burn of her eyes. It's not an unfamiliar feeling. The way I can never catch her staring but am always within her line of sight gives me the distinctly eerie feeling of being a small cub left unprotected in the wild while her parent is out hunting.
Laurel is waiting for a moment to strike, but I'm not sure what she thinks she can do while Dex is gone. Maybe she hasn't even figured it out yet. He made it clear to me and I'm guessing also to her that she is no longer my supervisor.
