Josie
I tugged at my hair so hard that it stung at my scalp, but the ache was nothing compared to the twisting in my chest. Every breath felt heavy, every thought frayed at the edges. Things weren't just bad—they were teetering on the edge of worse, and I could feel it, like a storm pressing against the horizon, waiting to break.
If only they had never found out about my gift.
I swallowed hard, bitterness coating my tongue. If I had been allowed to handle it quietly, privately, on my own terms, maybe things would be different now. Maybe I wouldn't feel the crushing weight of their distrust, their distance. Maybe I wouldn't feel like I was unraveling thread by thread in front of them, helpless to stitch myself back together.
And Liam—damn Liam—was at the center of it all.
