(Greyson)
I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was going to explode from the tension building up inside me. How could he just leave like that? How could he think he could walk away from us without even trying to work through things? I wasn’t going to stand for it.
I turned and walked away, the heat of anger making everything around me suffocating. Each step felt heavier than the last, my fists clenching, my muscles tightening, my whole body trembling.
The thought of Christian leaving for college, as if that would be enough to escape us, ate away at me. He was distancing himself from everything—us included. It felt like I was losing him, like something I cared about most was slipping through my fingers.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm the frustration building insi
