Chloe
I splashed cold water on my face, gripping the sink tightly.
I knew myself. I knew my body. I was seconds away from breaking. But I wouldn’t dare let the tears fall.
I swallowed everything—shoving it down, locking it away. If a man like Logan had gone through all that effort just to make me feel worthless, then he wasn’t worth my tears.
Straightening, I took a slow breath, fixing my expression until I looked composed, and unaffected. Then, after making sure I looked presentable, I turned and left the restroom.
The weight of the staff stares hit me immediately.
Some looked at me with pity, others with amusement, like I was the tragic entertainment for the evening. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to leave. I needed to go home. But where was home, exactly?
At my father’s house,
