When the bell finally rang for break and the statistics teacher rounded up his lecture, I was out of my seat in an instant. I headed straight for the door, needing to get out of that classroom ignoring the murmurs and stares. I needed to clear my head and make sense of what I'd just heard. I couldn't focus on the class, my mind kept drifting back to what had happened the night before and that morning.

I was sure of one thing. I needed therapy. Romeo had done so much damage and it was going to take a lot of work to heal from it.

It was my fault...