For a moment, I can’t even process what she said.
Heartless.
She called me heartless.
Heat rushes through my chest and it almost steals the air from my lungs.
Heartless.
Of all people. Of all the words she could have chosen.
Anger claws its way up my throat but I force it back down.
No, I’m not doing this. Not with her. Not anymore.
Without saying a word, I step around her.
“Layla—”
I keep walking.
Then fingers close around my wrist.
The contact lasts less than a second before I yank my arm free and spin around so fast she stumbles back.
“Don’t touch me.”
Ginny gasps. Whatever she sees on my face makes her take another step back.
“How dare you.” I start to close the distance. “How dare you come here? How dare you stop me like you have any right to my time, my sympathy or any
