Emily's POV

The shower was cold, or at least it felt so.

The bread tasted stale.

I got pissed at everything that was happening.

I wanted to kick and punch and fight, and rant, and nag, and destroy.

More than all, I wanted answers.

Why am I the one all those things happened to?

Couldn't I have gotten a better batch?

Did the universe really single me out for all this punishment?

I tried to wrap my head around how the future would look.

It was from one scandal to another, between packs.

The comment sections of the blogs online were killing me. Women were wishing they were me, others...