Chapter 157

• Margeaux’s POV
• I stood there frozen, my hand still in the air like a fool, watching Claire storm off down the hallway like I’d just confessed to sleeping with her father. Her heels clicked hard against the marble floor, her back stiff, her shoulders squared—like she was walking away from something she wanted so badly to turn around and fight for but couldn’t bear to anymore.
• The lump in my throat thickened. My knees buckled and I found myself sinking, gracelessly, to the cold floor. My butt hit the tiles with a dull thud that I barely registered. My pride shattered louder than the impact.