Diana’s POV
The cab hadn’t even come to a full stop before I shoved the door open and stepped out. Cold air slapped me across the face, sharp as glass, slicing through the thin fabric of the dress Eva gave me.
The house looked the same, familiar and unchanged, my mother’s terracotta flowerpots still lining the steps like little sentinels. But I was different. Something inside me had cracked open. I wasn’t the same girl who left this house last night.
Before I could reach for my wallet, the front door flew open with a bang.
“Diana!”
My dad’s voice tore through the quiet afternoon like thunder, raw and booming, and wrapped around me like a net, dragging me back.
I didn’t even have a chance to breathe.
He crossed the lawn in long, furious strides and crushed me into his chest. The hug
