Aria
“No! You’re lying! NO!” I don’t care that I’m in the middle of my bakery or that I have customers, strangers, and some familiar faces lingering around. I don’t care that I’m going to look weak or crazy. I don’t care about anything at all as my knees give in and I crash to the floor.
Hands grip me as they lift me up, dragging my dead weight to the back of the bakery, through the back door, right into the car. They gently set me down on the cold leather bench seat in the back where I slouch in shock.
There’s a ringing in my ears that blocks everything out, everything but my thoughts, but the words that came out of Wyatt’s grief-stricken face. My body might be moving in a speeding car but I’m still on the bakery floor stuck in an endless ten-seco
