The weight of the night felt like it was physically crushing my chest. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, my hands buried in my hair, sobbing with a quiet, jagged intensity that made my throat ache.
"Waverly, please. We can't do this alone. We have to tell Kaeren the truth about the supervisor and the blackmail. He needs to know why you're acting like this." Pia tried to reason.
"No," I choked out, shaking my head violently. "I can't. You know him, Pia. He'll lose his cool. He'd want to punish them—he'd want to make them suffer for what they're doing to me."
"Isn't that what they deserve?"
