My boots scuffed against the uneven pavement, and I didn’t have a clue where I was going. Not that it mattered. I just needed to get away. Away from my mother, away from Greg, away from the suffocating weight of their disbelief.
I couldn’t stop crying. I mean, I wasn’t even trying to stop. What was the point? My face was a mess, hot tears mingling with the cold air, making my cheeks sting. My nose was running, and I didn’t have a tissue, so I swiped at it with the sleeve of my hoodie like some kid. Classy.
My sobs came out in short, choked bursts, each one making my chest ache more. Every now and then, I would let out this pathetic little whimper that even I hated hearing, but it wasn’t like I could control it. I wiped my face again, sniffing hard as I kept walking, my feet moving on a
