Bree
Fuck, f**k, f**k. My mind chanted the word like a broken record, a litany of desperation I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t break down. Not here. Not with him staring at me. I couldn’t even look at him. If I did, I’d shatter into a thousand pieces right there in the hallway.
My chest tightened like a vice, every inhale jagged, unsteady. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else around me. I just needed to keep moving. That was all. Just get to the door, get inside, slam it shut behind me. If I could hide, if I could bury myself, maybe I’d survive this moment.
The guy who’d tried to help me with my suitcase called after me, his voice fading into nothing as panic swallowed me whole. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. He was background noise, just another dis
