I didn’t remember moving.
One second, I was standing in the doorway, staring at the wreckage of my life. The next, I was outside, the cold night air hitting me like a slap. My breath came too fast, too sharp, like my body was trying to keep up with the sudden, violent spiral of my thoughts.
Demi was next to me, her heels clicking against the pavement as she caught up. “Ava.” Her voice was careful, like she was afraid I might shatter. “Talk to me. Say something before I start throwing bricks through their wedding hall windows.”
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to force everything back—rage, grief, the horrible ache that felt like it was splitting me apart. “I can’t—I can’t f*****g believe this.”
Demi scoffed. “Really? ‘Cause I can. She’s been circling him like a f***
