Venessa’s POV
I rose to my feet and left Denzel’s office without another word.
If I stayed a second longer, the fury inside me would have spilled out in a way I could not take back.
I went straight for the lake in the woods.
The moment I reached it, something inside me broke. I screamed emptied my lungs into the open air and then I fell to my knees by the water, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Please,” I begged, my voice tearing apart. “Please.”
I begged fate to let me live. To give me more than the cruel limit hanging over my head. To allow me to exist beyond a single year.
It wasn’t fair.
If fate truly balanced the scales, Jalisa should have been the one counting down the months not me.
What had I done? What was my crime?
I had served the damn tea.
“I fixed it,” I cried between broke
