Cierra's POV
I kept my eyes glued to the window, watching cars slice through the night like they had no problems in the world.
People walked past the club...laughing, shouting, drunk, excited, living their lives with a freedom I couldn’t even pretend to have. My mind was a tight knot of panic, shame, and exhaustion.
George’s hand slid into mine.
“Baby… you okay?”
I nodded, but it was a lie.
I was cooked.
Beyond cooked.
Burnt, done, finished.
Going back into that club felt like walking into a fire with gasoline dripping down my back. Yes, maybe Dominic hadn’t recognized me at the hospital...maybe the mask and the lights and the chaos of that night we made out hid me, but what if someone called my work name?
Silver. Mallory. My boss. Anyone. Chelsea, especially Chelsea, that d
