Liza’s POV
My hands tightened my spoon as I felt my jaw slacken and my fingers slightly trembled as I searched her face for any signs of joke or humor of any sort.
Th—they burned.. my brain wasn’t exactly wrapping around the reality of what was being said. Why?? How??
My hold on the spoon lessened as I suddenly lost all appetite for the food in front of me, the urge to throw up everything I had already stuffed down my throat was very strong.
My hands moved up too slowly to the skin perched right and formed above my collar bone, the ragged skin finally making more sense as my hands touched the skin so tenderly. My face scrunched in disgust at the audacity they had to do this to me .
“Why?!” My voice comes out sterner than I intended, still as a slight whisper but I see the reaction th
