MAYA

I couldn't bear the thought of facing Donovan, of looking into his eyes and seeing the lies and betrayal staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could think of - I locked myself in my room, determined to escape the pain and heartache that threatened to consume me.

For three days, I stayed hidden away, refusing to come out or talk to anyone. I barely ate or drank, and when I did, it was only because my body forced me to. I felt sick, physically and emotionally, like I'd been punched in the gut and couldn't catch my breath.

Every time I thought about Donovan's...