Chapter 15

•HAZEL SANTORO• I crossed my arms, my heartbeat still hammering from his word. The insult echoed in my head, slicing through me, raw and unshakable. I felt it everywhere, lodged in my throat, burning behind my eyes, tightening my chest. I refuse to let the tears fall. Not in front of him. Not after he called me a slut. I can't be weak.