I sucked in a shaky breath, my pulse hammering in my ears. No. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. I wouldn’t let them win.
Reaching for the faucet, I twisted the handle, letting cold water rush over my hands before splashing it onto my face. The shock of it jolted me back to the present, forcing me to push the anger down, to pack it away into the tight little box where I kept everything, I didn’t have the luxury of expressing.
I just had to get through this. Smile, nod, play along. Pretend it didn’t hurt. Pretend I didn’t care.
A soft knock at the door made me freeze.
Brittany.
I didn’t need to ask. I knew it was her. Of course, it was her.
Because she wouldn’t let it go. Because she never let it go.
For a second, I considered ignoring her, pretending I wasn’t here. But I knew
