VIOLET'S POV
I'm fuming. Fuming from rage. From frustration. From the embarrassment I just faced.
My hands shake as I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white from how hard I'm holding on. My heart is pounding in my chest, a sharp, erratic rhythm that refuses to slow down. I can still hear Emily's voice, taunting, reminding me exactly where I stand in Adrian's life.
Or where I don't.
The pain never fades. Every single day, I wake up with this hollow void where my heart should be. I feel utterly empty, like my damn soul has been shattered into pieces.
I left that house. I gave him space. I gave them space. And what does Emily do? She makes sure I never forget that I don't belong there. That I never did.
I suck in a breath, my throat tight, my eyes burning, but I refuse to
