KESTER.
My chest kept constricting no matter how hard I tried to clear it out. I'd been at the convenience for a moment now, but I still didn't feel well enough to step out, even to face Kasmine. Not after how I had yelled at her.
I braced my hands against the sink, fingers curling against the cool porcelain as I stared at my reflection. My eyes were hooded from exhaustion and frustration. And a touch of guilt.
I had let the pressure, the f*****g weight of everything, spill over onto her.
My reflection blurred as I closed my eyes.
"It's going to be fine."
I whispered the lie under my breath.
Repeated it.
Like some desperate f*****g prayer.
But the words felt so empty and unreasurring. And no matter how many times I said them, they did nothing to stop the sinking feeling that I was
