Danny's POV
Two weeks.
That’s how long it takes for a person to turn into a ghost while they are still breathing.
I had washed the black dye out of my hair. It took four rounds of scrubbing until my scalp was raw and red, but the blonde finally came back dull and stripped of its shine, just like me.
I had popped the brown contacts out, too. My oceanic blue eyes were back, but when I looked in the mirror, they looked like a sea that had gone stagnant. Dead water.
I was back to being the innocent Danny. The academically struggling student. The quiet stepson. But inside? Inside, I was a hollowed out shell, filled with nothing but the echoing sound of Chadwick’s voice calling me a slut.
The lecture hall was freezing. Or maybe it was just me. I sat in my usual front row seat, my back str
