“What's wrong?”

“I knew it would turn out this way,” I whispered.

He let out a long breath and sat down next to me. “They said no?” He asked softly, gently brushing my hair. I shook my head. “Then why do you think it's a ‘no'?” He asked, slightly puzzled.

I shrugged lightly. “It's never good news when it takes this long,” I whispered, my voice choked. “I knew that last interview didn't go well and every time they had good news they reached out to me almost instantly. It's been a week. It's never good news when it takes this long.”

He let out a long breath. “They said it could take a week,” He reminded me gently.

“They said it would take up to a week.” I shook my head. “I knew it didn't go well, but I just… I still hoped.” My voice broke and I took a breath before adding in a tiny voice, “I just really wanted this to work.”