~Nancy POV~
I cry until my body can’t produce another tear. My eyes burn, my throat aches, and the more I wipe my face, the more it stings. Eventually, I force myself to leave the ladies’ bathroom. I can’t let Ritah see me broken. I can’t let her think she’s won.
As I walk back toward class, my heart pounds painfully against my ribs. I’m terrified of seeing him. Terrified of the memories of a few minutes ago—his shock, his anger, his storming out. I don’t know what I’ll do if our eyes meet again. I don’t know whether I’ll scream, cry, or run.
At least Ritah doesn’t attend my class. If she did, I swear I might have done something I’d regret forever.
When I enter the classroom, all the learners are already inside. I realize I spent too much time crying instead of preparing myself for the
