Sally's POV
The living room air feels sharp against my heated skin as I stumble away from the dining table. My chest constricts with every breath, each inhale more desperate than the last. The memory burns behind my eyelids like acid. Those hunters sitting at my table. Laughing with my family. Their predatory eyes watching Warren while they pretended to celebrate my marriage.
A strangled sound tears from my throat before I can stop it. I clamp my hand over my mouth, but the dam has already broken. Terror crashes through me in violent waves, drowning me from the inside out.
Sean's presence registers like heat at my back before his voice does. "Sally." The word comes out rough, careful, like he's approaching a wounded animal.
I can't turn around. Can't let him see me falling apart like this. "I welcomed them into my home." The confession scrapes against my raw throat. "I smiled at them while they sat inches from Warren. What kind of mother does that make me?"
