Rachel's pov
Two Years Later
The auditorium was packed with graduates in black caps and gowns, and I sat somewhere in the middle of the B section, my hands folded in my lap to keep them from shaking.
Two years. It had been two years since I'd climbed out of that river, I healed, studied and rebuilt myself from the ground up to this moment.
"Rachel Houghton."
My name echoed through the auditorium, and my heart hammered in my chest as I stood.
The walk to the stage felt both endless and too quick. My heels clicked against the floor, designer heels this time, Louboutin, a graduation gift from my mother. The cap and gown swished around me as I climbed the steps.
"That's our girl!" My mother yelled out proudly,
A loud whistle cut through the applause, Levis, of course. So loud and i
