Sharon’s POV

Tina sat on the bed, legs crossed casually, her eyes glued to her laptop. She barely looked up at me, like nothing was wrong, like my world hadn’t just come crashing down around me. It was so surreal—how could she just sit there as if she hadn’t been the one who ruined everything? My legs trembled, and I had to steady myself by gripping the doorframe.

I remembered the past two years I’d spent with Tina, and every memory twisted ...