Ace still stood in front of me, his face red where I had slapped him, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted across the whole house. I wanted him gone. I wanted him erased. I wanted him anywhere but near me—because every second he stayed, my heart splintered just a little more.

“Leave, Ace!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I just told you I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t ever—” 

“Sabrina, stop—” 

“Leave! Get away from ...