Zaara's POV
I kept my head down, eyes stinging, my chest tight as if invisible fingers were squeezing the air out of my lungs.
I tried to tell myself I was being ridiculous.
Of course he had to help Nomi. She was pregnant. She looked like she might collapse right there on the floor.
Technically, I didn't say he shouldn't help her.
But still…
Did Vincent just ignore me in front of everyone?
The question echoed inside my skull.
I pushed through the locker room doors and headed straight for the restroom. The overhead lights were blinding white. The kind that made every tear glisten.
I grabbed the sink, bracing myself, refusing to look up into the mirror.
I didn't want to see how wrecked I looked.
I splashed cold water on my face, letting it drip down my cheeks and soak the collar of my jumpsuit.
This is stupid, Zaara. Stop it. You're alive. You made it out of that tunnel. That's what matters.
But no matter how many times I tried to shove the thoughts away…
