POV’s Tate
I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out—or both.
My head was killing me. My limbs felt too heavy.
I was sobbing. My arms shook as I held myself up.
Ethan was right. I was weak. I let my grandfather control me. Let myself give up on things because it was easier that way.
I gave up on Caleb, and yet still felt as though I had a right to him. A right to be upset about losing him, when I’d shoved him away, again and again and again.
I was using Philip and trying to hide behind him to buy myself time. To keep my grandfather at bay while also pleasing him.
Because I couldn’t stand up for myself.
I couldn’t control myself, either. Couldn’t even be bothered to hide my weaknesses from others. I’d been careless, and now, everyone was about to know. I’d never be able to
