When I finally regained feeling in my legs, I pushed myself off Gianna, staggering like I was drunk to the door. Maybe I was intoxicated; drunk on misery. Anything was possible at this point in my life.

I reached the door, about to open it, but then hands grabbed me, pulling me away from the door.

“Deep breaths, Bella,” Gianna whispered, holding me tight. “Deep breaths. You don't want to go out in this state. All eyes will be on you. All lips will whisper bullshit as you pass. ...