Sharon’s POV

The next day had arrived like an unwelcome guest, far too soon, and before I felt anywhere close to prepared. I sat in the passenger seat of Douglas’s car, my fingers nervously tracing the leather stitching of the seat. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, I had been wrapped in his arms, safe from the world. Everything had felt normal. Now, I was going back to campus, back to the whispers, stares, and judgment. The weight of it all hung ...