Sloane's POV
It was Epoch.
I couldn't believe it. Through the haze of my tears, I saw Epoch.
Shame rushed through me like a tidal wave.
I jerked my hand back, mortified. I wanted to run, to disappear into the ground. I couldn't let him see me like this, not in this filthy, disgraceful state.
But my body wouldn't move.
I tried. I really tried. But my limbs wouldn't respond. The effort only made things worse. The white jacket that had been barely clinging to my shoulders slid off completely, falling to my waist.
Now, I was exposed. Nearly naked.
The jacket hung around my hips like a joke, loose and useless. It covered nothing. It mocked me.
I broke.
The sobs came without warning. I buried my face in the grass, letting the sharp blades cut into my skin, stab at my eyes and cheeks. B
