Demi
I stare at my uncle like I don't recognize him. His words keep circling in my head. For the last two minutes, it still hasn't made any sense to me.
"We're not leaving anymore," He says again, slower this time as if repetition will make me understand and accept it.
I blink, trying to push away the disbelief. "What do you mean we're not leaving? You were the one who insisted it was safer for me somewhere else. You made all the plans, Uncle. You said—" My voice cracks. I bite down on the edge of my lip hard enough to sting. "You said it was the best thing for me."
All day, I've been clinging to the idea of leaving Danvarr behind—escaping the whispers of my former life, the shadows of the Rollins, and the gnawing ache Ashton somehow left in my chest. My uncle promised me a fresh start in a new city where no one knows my name, and where the past can't reach me. But now, all of a sudden, he's pulling the rug out from under me?
