Skye’s POV

I stumble through the front door of the apartment I share with Maya, my heart pounding so hard and my tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

The hurt of Laurel’s words, the photos, Knox… and that slap. I can still hear the gasps from the crowd. Maybe I over reacted right?

I kick off my sneakers and bolt up the stairs.

I slam my bedroom door behind me and twist the lock. Leaning against the door, I slid down to the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. The tears I’ve been trying to ...