Abigail
I slam the door to my room, the sound reverberating through the stillness. The frustration bubbling inside me feels almost too big for my small space. My chest heaves as I pace back and forth, my sneakers scuffing against the worn carpet. Nathan’s words play on a maddening loop in my head.
“But I do.”
The way he said it wasn’t just arrogant—it was certain, like he really believed it. Like he thought he knew me better than anyone else, including myself.
Who does he think he is?
I grab the pillow from my bed and clutch it tightly to my chest, resisting the urge to throw it. My nails dig into the fabric as anger pulses through me. It’s easier to stay angry, to focus on how much Nathan infuriates me, than to admit the other feelings swirling just beneath the surface.
I toss the p
