Paige’s Point of View
I made my way slowly upstairs, stripped off my wet clothes and dumped them on the bathroom tiles. I shivered as I looked at myself in the mirror. The hand print was fading and the cut on my lip was already gone. By the time Jacob returned from Aria, there wouldn’t be a scratch on me. He’d probably forgotten that I’d been hurt at all. My bottom lip trembled and I burst into tears. What was I going to do?
An hour after Jacob had left to see Aria, I was feeling a little better. The hot shower warmed me up and washed the blood from my hair. My face was a little puffy from crying but everything else was back to normal.
I decided against make-up and dressed in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. My days of dressing to impress were over.
I headed to my office.
