Lola’s POV

My eyes were still stuck on Flint and Amy. The sight of them together cut into me, but I forced myself to look away.

I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break again. He had already destroyed me once. Why should I show him more weakness?

I tugged on Evelyn’s arm. “Let’s go.” My voice was tight, but I tried to make it sound steady.

Evelyn nodded without a word. We turned down another aisle, my chest still heavy. I told myself to keep walking, to keep my head ...