Chapter 82 Scorned
- CHARLENE’S POV
- The harsh florescence of the store stings both my eyes and my pride. My heels clack on the tiles, sharp and purposeful, like each step is meant to stab something—someone. Two people.
- I walk hard and fast out of that aisle and to another, not because I’m flustered or anything… Okay, fine. I am flustered, but I also need space—lots of it.