Theodora’s POV

Puffing on a joint, I tried to quell my flashbacks. I was only in my sports bra, weaving stitches through my arm. A rogue tear slipped down my cheek, but I used a bloodied hand to wipe it away quickly.

My chin wouldn’t stop quivering as I inhaled deeply, releasing a bout of smoke to soothe my torment. My goal wasn’t to get high. In fact, I preferred the sensation of being drunk to the sensation of being high, but I smoked to silence the ...