Celia
I stormed out of Shane's house with my heart pounding and my hands shaking.
I couldn’t believe the nerve he had to tell me that Ian would hurt me after hurting me a thousand times worse.
The sheer audacity.
The cool night air hit my face, but it didn't calm me down like I hoped it would and I just kept walking without any real destination in mind.
My phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it because I knew it was probably Shane trying to apologize or explain himself and I wasn't ready to hear it.
I found myself walking toward the cafe where I had met Ian earlier because part of me hoped he would still be there so I could talk to someone who wasn't Shane.
When I got to the cafe, I saw him through the window sitting at a table and my first instinct was to walk in and join him
