Zoe POV

I sit in this chair, my body screaming in pain from where my mother's fists landed. But that pain is nothing compared to what Noah's words are doing to me.

He stands on the platform with Paige tucked against his side, and every sentence out of his mouth feels like another punch to my chest.

Worse than my mother's beating.

Worse than anything.

'I can't do this anymore.'

The thought crystallizes in my mind, sharp and clear.

I'm ...