I slowly dropped the knife I was holding, my chest lightly heaving as I avoided Florian's gaze. Does this mean that my parents would be helping Ronan run away after what he just did to me? I know he never held a job, and for a trip like that, my father would have to be sponsoring it. How can they do this to me?

I turned to Florian. He was sitting on the counter, his eyes fixed on me, his expression solemn. I felt tears sting the back of my eyes, and I immediately shook them off, then started to turn back to the meat.

I had no appetite at...