THEA
My breath catches mid-throat. My heart stumbles.
No.
No.
No.
I blink once. Then again, hoping maybe it’s a trick of the light or a coincidence, maybe someone who just looks like him. Like them.
But the longer I stare, the clearer they become.
Sebastian. Claire.
And Finn.
They're sitting together at the far table, a picture-perfect image of a family I used to belong to. My family.
My chest tightens, pain flaring behind my ribs like I'd been hit.
I need to leave. Now.
The little calm I managed to scavenge from today disintegrates. My fingers tighten around the cup of mint chocolate, my legs already angling toward the exit, but God, I hate this part of me, there’s that damned voice in my head whispering Don’t run. Don’t give them that power. Don’t let them dictate where you c
