I couldn’t believe it. I simply couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening. I finally thought I had her—finally thought she was mine—and then she goes and stomps on my heart like that. Like I didn’t matter to her at all.
My feet hit the floorboards of the annex with force, the rhythmic pounding of my sneakers against every screechy board only adding fuel to the fire raging inside of me. The sound echoed through the empty room, sharp and uneven, just like my thoughts. Each creak, each thud, seemed to mirror the storm inside me, the fury I couldn’t get rid of no matter how many laps I took pacing the floor.
It had been hours since I left. Hours since I turned around and walked out of David’s house—walked away from her. But leaving didn’t bring peace. It didn’t bring clarity. It didn’t
