Ally's POV

　　The weight of Poppy's treachery settles in my stomach and the room begins to spin. Her words, laced with sweet venom still echo in my ears, while the images she flaunted on her phone claw at the edges of my mind- Nathan, my Nathan, intimate and entangled with her.

　　I move through the dispersing crowd, driven by a need for truth- or is it the masochistic pull toward the pain I know is coming? My heels click against the marble floor, the rhythm makes me ...