My forehead wrinkles. “The fire?”
Luke nods, and my mouth opens as I suck in a gasp.
They know.
My gaze looks into each of their faces, but I can’t comprehend what they’re thinking. My mind is flooded with too much.
Pivoting on my heel, I sprint up the stairs and take two steps at a time.
They won’t understand.
“Savannah!”
They won’t accept me.
“Wait!”
They’ll see me for what I truly am.
“We just want to talk!”
A psycho.
Crossing over the threshold into my room, I slam the door shut behind me and lock it. As soon as I step back, three resounding thuds bang into the door, and the knob jiggles.
“Savannah, open up!”
“Let us in!”
“Just unlock the door!”
A silent sob chokes me as tears streak down my face. I dart into my closet, shutting the door behind me, and crawl to the corner. Lying on my side, I curl into a ball and push away the pain.
No feeling in my hands and feet.
No feeling in my arms and legs.
No feeling in my heart.
All that’s left is my regret.
I never should have accepted the job from Hunter.
I never should have had coffee with Rory.
I never should have talked about books with Luke.
I thought I could keep them at arm’s length while basking in their warmth. Instead, they got too close and discovered everything.
Foolish dreams of a foolish girl.
CHAPTER 29
SAVANNAH
Ruckus reverberates in the distance. I can’t make sense of the noises, and they sound too far away. It’s as if my ears are stuffed with cotton. I barely register the commotion in my current state.
Numb.
