JUNE;
I jammed the door shut behind me with a loud bang and quickly twisted the lock, making sure it clicked into place. My hands were shaking so badly I had to try twice.
The second the lock caught, hot tears filled my eyes, I sniffed hard trying to push them back into my head while I paced the room like a trapped animal, rubbing my palm hard over my forehead, trying to wipe away the ugly pictures in my head.
Ronan’s voice followed me upstairs. “June… Please open the door.” He called out, his voice low and urgent.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The moment the bike had stopped in the driveway, I had limped away as fast as my hurt ankle would let me. Every step sent sharp pain up my leg, but I didn’t care. Before he could stand the bike and rush toward me I was in my room.
I just needed
