Davina's POV
I rose from the living room couch slowly, each movement feeling like I was carrying invisible weights. My legs felt leaden, my chest even more so. I trudged back to my bedroom, my feet scraping against the floor with every step.
The second I crossed the threshold, my eyes took in the chaos spread before me.
My entire room was destroyed.
My gaze fell on the suitcase sprawled on the ground, gaping open with clothes tumbling out like the tangled mess inside my mind. Some pieces lay scattered across the floor, others carelessly flung over the bed.
Everything appeared torn apart in haste, as if someone had begun packing only to abandon the effort midway through.
The story of my existence. I simply stood there, inhaling and exhaling, my chest moving irregularly.
Chase wasn't wrong.
I despised that he made sense. I despised knowing that buried beneath my defenses, some of his words rang true.