I sat curled up on the floor of my apartment, the dim light filtering through the blinds doing little to brighten the suffocating gloom that had settled over me.
My chest heaved with each sob, the tears coming in waves that I couldn't stop even if I tried. My face was damp, my throat raw, and my heart... shattered.
Zaya's voice echoed in my head, cold and cutting.
"I can't believe you."
The words stung like a whip, each syllable lashing me with pain I hadn't thought possible. I'd gone to her to fix things, to apologise, to explain. But it hadn't mattered. She didn't believe me.
She wouldn't. No matter what I said, no matter how hard I tried to tell her the truth, it was like she'd already made up her mind.
She thought I'd kissed Maeve. My stomach churned at the thought, disgusted at how twisted the situation had become. Maeve.