She wanted to be seen, wanted the ache inside her to be answered, but he carried himself like a boy already ruined by responsibilities he couldn't name.
Then his phone had buzzed.
Sofia Delgado; Can't stop thinking about last night… best ever, Peter. Thank you for EVERYTHING.
Sofia. Jack's girlfriend?
The same Sofia who'd watched Emma's brother bleed on the asphalt? Peter had fucked Jack's girl? Made her scream "best ever."?
The text was a grenade in Emma's gut.
'He chose her. Her. Over ME.'
Humiliation burned hotter than shame.
Hours later, Madison arrived. The moans began—"Peter! GOD! RIGHT THERE!"—each cry a nail in Emma's coffin. She pressed a hand over her mouth, the other stealing between her thighs, fingers moving frantically as Madison's raw satisfaction echoed through the house.
Emma came shuddering, tears wet on her cheeks, the image of Peter with Sofia, with Madison, seared into her.
'Why not ME?'
