"Rosie," Rayna called softly, kneeling beside me. Her voice was gentle, like she was walking around eggshells. "Why don't we head back inside?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My body felt hollow, my chest scraped raw. So I just let her slip her hands over my shoulders, to guide me back toward the foyer. I didn't have the strength to resist anymore. I didn't even know how long I've been outside. I had collapsed on my knees the moment I realized that he wasn't turning back.
It was my fault. All my fault.
Angelo was waiting inside. The guilt on his face was unbearable, and I hated him for it. I hated him for instigating the situation, when he should've warned me beforehand. I hated that he was still here—
My hand lashed out before I could stop it, the crack of skin on skin splitting the silence.
