POV: Siena Blake

I walked back to my office with my heart beating too fast inside my chest. I had left my coffee on the breakroom counter without even realizing it. I didn’t go back for it. My heels tapped against the floor with a sound that felt louder than normal. It wasn’t because the office was silent. It was because I was angry, and the sound of my own footsteps made me feel like I had some kind of control.

The sting from their voices still clung to my skin, sharp like little needles that wouldn’t go away. Their words had hit me deeper than I wanted to admit....