Jessa

The second Noah’s words left his mouth, it felt like the whole room tilted.

“Still a big girl, though.”

They weren’t even the worst words I’ve ever heard. People have called me names before, tossed casual insults like they were confetti. But coming from him, with that crooked smirk and his voice just loud enough for half the room to hear, it burned.

I wanted to shrink, to melt into the floorboards and vanish. My hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, wishing for the safety of ...