Betty’s POV

“He is a monster, Betty,” she whispered. “I can’t go anywhere. I can’t face anyone.”

I just watched her cry. Maybe this was karma, because when she ran, she didn’t consider what my fate with Ivan might end up being, but despite everything, my heart stirred.

My throat felt dry, and I reached for the cup of coke. I took a slow sip of the cold drink. The liquid went down my throat, burning my chest a bit. I set the cup down, letting my thoughts settle.

Esther's face ...