Chapter 73
ARIELLE’S POV.
I stormed into the house, my frustration and hurt propelling me forward. Slamming the door shut behind me, the echo reverberated through the hallway, a physical manifestation of the emotions that had taken hold of me.
As I marched up the stairs towards my room, Sarah appeared at the top of the staircase, her eyes widening at the sight of my obvious anger. She tentatively approached, a hopeful smile gracing her lips.
“Arielle, hey! Want to hang out? We could watch a movie or something,” she suggested, her voice filled with genuine warmth.
I brushed past her, my tone sharp as I shut her down. “Not now, Sarah. I just need some space.”
With those words, I continued on my path, not even bothering to look back. The door to my room closed with a resounding thud, le
