Jasmine’s POV

I had a terrible headache for the remainder of the weekend. I spent days in my bedroom wrapped up beneath my covers, concealing myself from the world. I had zero interest in speaking to anyone and zero interest for appetite to eat daily meals.

On Monday, my mother let herself into my room, determined to get me on my feet.

“Jasmine, please get up and get yourself together,” she advised.

“Nooo,” my voice broke just like my heart already had.

“Jasmine. Your life isn’t over. You hiding in your room wouldn’t fix your mistakes. What you need to do, is go back to Hollen Tower and apologize to...