Davina's POV
"Don't you dare fucking look at him. Got it?" Caroline snarled, jabbing her finger in my direction.
My hand shook as it pressed against my stinging cheek.
Silent tears rolled down my face while my body stayed locked in place.
"Get out of here, you fucking slut!" Caroline screamed, her words cutting through the restaurant's shocked quiet.
My legs acted without permission. I jumped up, kept my head low, and ran toward the restaurant's back exit, blocking out the stares and murmurs trailing behind me.
The second I made it to the back door, I crumpled onto the freezing ground. My chest rose and fell rapidly as cries ripped from my throat, each one making me feel like I was falling apart completely.
My heart, already in pieces, felt like someone was grinding it under their heel. The shame, the agony, the way Irvin never even raised his eyes to intervene—it all burned.
