[Day 7, Dec. 26 – Wintermist Island]
Octavia
I fiddled with the sparkling amethyst on my finger, resisting the urge to yank it off and hurl it into the sprawling ocean behind me.
The pain in my heart was still as sharp as it had been yesterday when Ava delivered her deadly news.
Just when I thought Dave was finally opening up to me, ready to make our relationship official, she swooped in with that ridiculous pregnancy announcement.
And Dave—he didn’t even question it. He accepted her claim and cast me aside without hesitation.
At the end of the day, I was just a rebound, disposable and forgotten.
Ava won. She’s carrying his child.
She won, and I lost.
Tears pricked at my eyes, but I forced them back. I wouldn’t cry over this, over them.
They didn’t deserve my tears.
My mind wan
