The Recall Trials

Zaara’s POV

I kept my head down, eyes stinging, my chest tight as if invisible fingers were squeezing the air out of my lungs.

I tried to tell myself I was being ridiculous.

Of course he had to help Nomi. She was pregnant. She looked like she might collapse right there on the floor.

Technically, I didn’t say he shouldn’t help her.

But still...

Did Vincent just ignore me in front of everyone?

The question echoed inside my skull.

I pushed through the locker room doors and headed straight for the restroom. The overhead lights were blinding white. The kind that made every tear glisten.

I grabbed the sink, bracing myself, refusing to look up into the mirror.

I didn’t want to see how wrecked I looked.