CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

~ Camilla

I couldn’t feel my legs at first.

The only thing I could feel was the sting of concrete pressed into my knees and the way the cold air felt too hot on my face because I couldn’t stop crying. Not cute, single-tear movie crying. Ugly, swollen-face, hiccupping-into-my-elbow crying. The kind that makes strangers look away because they don’t want to be involved.

Eventually, I pulled myself up off the sidewalk, knees trembling, mascara smudged halfway to my jawline. I looked like heartbreak on two legs.

God.

What was I even doing?

I flagged down the cab like a ghost, slid into the backseat like someone who...