Mr. Harlan gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry it had to end this way, Jennie. You’re a good kid. Just… be more careful and responsible next time.”
I left the office on autopilot, grabbed my bag, and drove home in a daze. The soreness between my legs felt different now, a reminder of how badly I’d messed up.
I walked through my front door, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.
My phone then buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up with a heavy sigh.
It was a text from an unknown number, but I already knew who it was.
**I’m so angry right now. Come over. Let’s f**k this s**t out of me.**
No greeting. No explanation. Just raw, furious need.
I should have deleted it. I should have blocked the number and tried to move on.
Instead I stood up, gr
