32.
PHOEBE’S POV
I couldn’t breathe.The warehouse felt too small. Too loud. Too bright.
The sound of my own voice screaming replayed in my head, but I didn’t remember screaming.All I could see was that screen.
That video.
Me.
Him.
My first time.
My hands started shaking again. How many people had seen it? How long did they watch me experience for the first time what it felt like to be touched in the right place, to be filled up completely by the boy you loved so badly… I felt humiliated, used.
“Phoebe…”
Percy’s voice was closer now.I stepped back instinctively.That hurt in his eyes.
Good.
Let him feel something.
“Don’t,”
I said hoarsely. “Just… don’t.”
Xavier’s crying snapped me back to reality.My baby.I rushed past Harold and pulled Xavier into my arms, pressing his head
