I could hear his voice, that familiar, grating tone, and for a moment, I wondered if I was imagining it. There was no way he was here—not now, not after everything. He should be with Susan, shouldn’t he? Yet, there he was, standing above me, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Zelda Liamson! You were the one showing off just now, why are you pretending to be weak and pitiful in front of me now?"
The anger in his voice should have ignited something inside me, but instead, all I could feel was an overwhelming numbness. I didn’t want his concern. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I couldn’t afford to be this weak.
I barely registered his presence before I felt his hand reaching for my face. Something inside me snapped, and I instinctively pushed his hand away,
