Allison's POV

I didn't care about the sharp stings of pain ringing through my body or the fact that my stitches were tearing against, leaking more blood, and gluing my shirt to my stomach. I didn't care about anything. I couldn't. So many questions were shattering me from the inside, so many questions that needed answers. The most important being, how had I let Luca play me so well?

I paced before the sofa I had previously sat on, my body shivering, my legs heavy beneath me and dragging on ...