Sara Michaels
Morning came too soon, the same gray light slipping through the curtains like it didn’t want to be here any more than I did.
I woke up before the alarm even had a chance to buzz, my body already moving on autopilot, already knowing what waited downstairs.
My cheek still throbbed from last night’s slap, a dull, steady ache that matched the one in my chest, and when I looked in the mirror I saw the faint red mark blooming across my skin, already turning purple at the edges. I didn’t bother with makeup to cover it. I had an extra foundation and concealer to apply before I go for my classes with Kingsley.
What was the point of trying to hide my scars at home? Tom would see it anyway. Emily would smile at it anyway.
I slipped downstairs quietly, barefoot so the stairs would
