Rebecca
"Princess!" The call echoed behind me, sharp and demanding.
I didn’t stop on my own accord; my wheelchair, unceremoniously pushed forward, decided my pace.
"Princess," Aunt Dorothy breathed out, struggling to keep up. I smiled, but it was hollow, fragile. What had I expected? That my parents would suddenly show up and beg for my forgiveness, beg me to stay? Well, they didn’t.
"Yes, Aunt Dorothy?" I asked, my voice as flat as I could make it, refusing to meet her gaze. I had hoped Matt would escort me, unseen, that no one would see the tears threatening to spill. Not only had my family rejected me, but Cole had asked Matt to take me out instead of doing it himself. I had made a fool of myself in front of them all, Aunt Dorothy included.
She handed me a small white package, the
