JESSICA POV
My head throbbed, a dull, punishing rhythm that matched the rain now tapping against my window. I squeezed my eyes shut against the morning light, and last night rushed back in a sickening wave.
Wine. Julian. My stupid, drunk mouth.
I groaned, pulling the pillow over my face. I'd told him everything. The bullying, the letter, the sheer, crushing loneliness of it all. I'd basically handed him a map of every single one of my weak spots. f**k. Heat flooded my cheeks, shame so deep I wanted to dissolve into the mattress.
No. I can't face them. Not today.
The decision was instant. I scrambled out of bed, my body protesting with every movement. I dressed in a blur, pulling on the first jeans and sweater I found. No breakfast. I couldn't risk running into anyone in the kitchen. I
