BELLE

I sprinted down the stairs of the packhouse after leaving Grayson’s room, barely able to see where I was going through the tears streaming down my face.

It didn’t matter where I was going.

All I cared about at that moment was getting as far away from Grayson as possible. My chest was constricting, making it hard for me to breathe. My mind became foggy and I stumbled on the last step of the stairs and tripped.

I couldn’t stop myself from falling directly onto my butt, whimpering when my back made painful contact with a step behind me.

I didn’t lift myself up.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t...