Sierra's POV
My hands trembled, staring at the door with blurry vision. I lost my cool. I lost my temper at the reminder. I knew Jackson did not mean it. He was only worried about me.
But I didn't want to hear his name. Vance was a reminder of my mistake. A mistake I thought no longer mattered since we were divorced. But who was I kidding?
I could not speak about it. I signed up for therapy, yet I could not say a thing. I could talk about anything else but the way I felt towards Vance. How much pain I was in. How much pain I am in.
It wasn't Arthur's fault. It was mine. I stumbled back to my bed, staring at the broken glasses on the ground. And at the injury on my fingers. I wanted to apologize to Jackson.
I really wanted to, but I had no idea what was stopping me. How much fear I hel
