Mariana’s Pov

I’m in my room now, a place that is supposed to be my safe haven. But it sure doesn’t feel safe at the moment.

The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, trapping my fury, amplifying it until it feels like I might explode. I pace back and forth, my bare feet padding against the floor.

My breathing is fast, erratic, loud—so loud it fills the space. 

Tears roll down my face and I slap them away. No more weakness. I have to get my mind straight. I have to let off ...