Summer’s POV
I didn’t turn around.
Not when I heard Ethan say my name.
Not when I felt his eyes following me across the room.
Not when the door closed behind me and the sound of it seemed to mark the end of something I had spent years believing would last forever.
I simply kept walking.
One step after another.
My handbag hung from my shoulder.
My heels clicked against the polished floor.
My face remained calm.
At least, I hoped it did.
I didn’t stop until I reached the elevator.
Only then did I allow myself to breathe.
The doors opened.
I stepped inside.
And the moment they closed behind me, the strength I had been holding onto began to crack.
I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls.
I looked fine.
That was the strange part.
My makeup was still intact.
My cream-
