Nadia
I didn’t waste a second that night. I left Vincent standing there, where he’d turned his back on me, and stalked directly to my room.
I felt cold, rejected, and yet absolutely sure of what I needed to do. I was back where I’d always been – alone, fending for myself, just m e against the rest of the world. I knew how to do this.
By now, I was almost completely recovered. My leave was almost over. There was nothing to keep me here anymore.
I unzipped my backpack and stuffed my belongings inside, focusing on the bare necessities. The action brought back stark memories – I’d packed up my entire life just like this the day I left the orphanage. My eighteenth birthday. The day Vincent had come for me.
A sob rose in my throat. I choked it down and gritted my teeth.
The dorm I’d
