Anastasia’s POV
Dinner that night was painfully awkward, the kind of awkward that made every sound feel louder than it actually was.
The clinking of forks, scraping of plates and the quiet sipping of water.
I sat quietly beside Mom, forcing myself to focus on the food in front of me even though I barely had an appetite.
Jed sat across from me looking like he would rather be anywhere else in the world.
Every few seconds, I caught him glaring at me, I could tell he was blaming me for what happened at school today.
And it irritated me the more I thought about it, if anybody deserved to be angry, it was me.
He was the one who publicly humiliated me and let everyone believe I was some obsessed psycho. And yet he still looked offended.
I stabbed my food a little harder than necessary and
