LORI
I didn’t mean to cry. I swear I didn’t. But the moment Jason leaned back against the wall, that casual, worn-down posture, I felt it all boiling over—every inch of me raw and humming. My body still buzzed from whatever almost happened in the quad, my thoughts flickering between shame and rage, and that voice in my head—the one that wasn’t mine—whispering things I wasn’t ready to hear.
I wiped at my face with my sleeve, smearing a mess of dried tears and leftover lip gloss. “This is so stupid. So what happens now?” I asked, voice low, barely a rasp. “Am I gonna keep snapping at people? Seeing things? Growling in my sleep?”
Jason’s smirk faded into something softer, something that didn’t match his usual arrogance. “Maybe. Probably. But you’re not doing it alone. I meant what I said.
