Leah
"Leah," Sam called, jumping to her feet, phone clenched in her hand and eyes wild with worry. "Where have you been? I've been calling you—" she stopped as she took in my dishevelled state.
I ran straight into her arms, my body folding into hers as if it had finally been given permission to collapse. I started crying, everything I'd been holding in since Storm's last words, finally breaking loose.
"Hey... hey," she murmured as she wrapped herself around me. "What happened?"
I shook my head against her shoulder, my sobs turning ugly and my chest aching badly.
"What should I do, Sam? What should I do?" My voice cracked. "I still love him. I still love that bastard."
Saying it out loud now felt like confessing a crime I swore to take to my grave.
They say the heart is complicated
