Davina's POV
I collapsed onto my bedroom floor, spine pressed against the bed frame. Drawing my knees up to my chest, I let the tears fall silently down my face. The crushing weight of heartbreak felt like it might suffocate me completely.
How could I have been such an idiot? So completely clueless. For one brief, ridiculous moment, I'd actually believed that Irvin Jenkin might genuinely care about me. I pulled my knees closer, disgusted with my own stupidity.
A soft knock interrupted my misery.
"Davina? Are you okay?" My mother's worried voice drifted through the door.
Strange. Mom rarely showed this level of concern.
I must have looked like hell when I stumbled through the front door.
I clenched my eyes shut, desperate to stop the waterworks. No response came from my lips.
"Davina, please open up," she tried once more, voice gentle. "What's wrong?"
But I stayed frozen. Facing my mother—facing anyone—was impossible right now.
