Chapter 6: There Were No Tears, Not A Single One

As Zarina and Regan glanced in our direction, panic shot through me. My stomach churned, churning so violently I thought I might vomit. Without a second thought, I grabbed Sheila's arm, my grip tight and desperate.

"Come on," I hissed, pulling her away from the scene with a force that surprised even myself.

We weaved through the throngs of people, my legs moving on autopilot. I just needed to get away, to escape before I crumbled. Once we were safely hidden behind a pillar, out of sight from the escalator, I finally stopped, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Sheila turned to me, her eyes wide with concern. "Did you know they were seeing each other?"

"No," I croaked, the single word scraping raw against my throat.

As we hurried out of the mall, my steps pounded against the floor. My breath hitched in my throat. Hot tears pricked at the back of my eyelids, threatening to spill over. But I wouldn't allow it. Like an instinct, I blinked back the stinging moisture, forcing my vision