Jessa

I can’t breathe.

I storm through the sliding glass door, my pulse pounding so hard it roars in my ears. My hands shake as I shove past a group of kids near the counter, ignoring their laughter. I don’t even care where I’m going—I just need to get away before I completely fall apart in front of everyone.

Behind me, I hear Noah call my name.

“Jessa! Wait!”

No.

Not this time.

He doesn’t get to follow me with some half-hearted apology, like a stupid band-aid on a wound he ...