Emma

I find pain in Tag’s eyes. He knows. Bile coats my throat, and a burning sensation broils in my belly. Bonnie must have told him. I can’t be mad at her. After the hell I put him through that night, he deserves to know.

He will never look at me the same again. I will forever be damaged. I don’t want or need his pity; I need friendship. I chew on the inside of my cheek as I scoot away from him, water sloshing around me.

I need a moment to breathe. I don’t like ...