Dionne
I stood there frozen, watching Brooklyn’s car pull away. The sound of the engine revving up as she left echoed through the driveway. My breath caught in my throat as I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I quickly wiped it away, ashamed of it. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, especially not Brooklyn or her sons. But the weight of her words—*disgusted*—still clung to me.
The car faded from view, and I turned to head back inside as her words gradually sank in me. But before I reached the door, I heard someone call my name aloud as I stopped trying to figure out who it was.
“Dionne!” he called out again as I realized that It was Peyton’s voice.
I wanted to cry all over again, but not because of Brooklyn. It was Peyton. I couldn’t face him right now, not after everything I
