Cassandra's POV
The storm wasn't over...
I cried until my throat burned and my eyes stung. My shoulders shook, breath hitching in uneven gasps I couldn’t hide anymore. The last time I cried this hard was when my father told me I should leave the family house.
I cried then because it felt like I had lost my family and everything I believed in and now the dream that was holding me together was snatched away. Years of effort. I could always start again, but there were few studios qualified to give recommendations, and most of them already had a long waiting list.
Jessie truly shocked me, and her selfish reasons were crazier.
My soft sobs echoed in the car until my eyes were puffed and nose red...
My mother didn’t touch me, didn’t shush me, didn’t offer those empty comforts she was famo
