Brittany's POV

I pretend not to hear her. Pretend those words don't cut through my heart.

Former Luna. As if everything I was can be erased with one word.

I keep scrubbing. My hands press the cloth harder against the carpet. The wine stain spreads wider. It won't come out. But I keep trying.

My knees hurt. The rough carpet digs into my skin through the thin uniform. Sharp. Burning. I can feel blisters forming. Bursting. The wetness ...