(Ava's POV)
I walked out of the interview room with my hands shaking. I had managed to wear a smile and act composed throughout, but my heart kept pounding in my chest—that feeling you get when you're not sure what's going to happen next.
Remembering what had happened before I went in, I felt like vanishing again. It seemed like they were all staring at me, whispering about how I had fallen and how I hid my tampon like it was a hard drug. How I packed my stuff and left without uttering a word. Ugh... I should have just said sorry to the innocent man.
I knew it was all just in my head, so I tried to shake off the feeling. The truth was, no one really cared. No one cared about me.
Not even the man I had dated for four years.
A self-mocking smile escaped my lips as I walked out
