CHAPTER 91: A MESSAGE FROM AN UNKNOWN NUMBER
AMANDA'S POV:
“I don't need this. I don't need the headache,” Donovan had said as he stormed away.
I stood there at the back of the music studio, my heart feeling like a lead weight in my chest as I watched Donovan’s broad shoulders disappear into the distance.
The air he left behind felt cold. I’d seen him angry before—hell, I’d been the target of that anger for months—but this was different. This wasn't that petty, bullying rage. This was the look of a man who was just... done.
Had I overdone it? The question echoed in my head, loud and mocking.
I looked at my lunch pack lying in the corner, the food spilled out onto the dusty floor. Right now, Donovan was the only person in this entire pack who didn't look at me like I was
