Professor Lucien
I stepped back past the gate, fumbling for my phone, my hands shakes as I tried to order a ride.
“Sofia...” The door slammed behind me.
I bolted, but a grip caught my elbow.
“Why are you crying?” she asked quietly.
Her soft voice only stoked the fire burning inside me.
“Leave me alone, Brianna.” I hissed, brushing away tears with trembling hands, swallowing the sobs.
“I’m sorry.”
Her apology felt like salt on a fresh wound.
“Sorry?” I spat. “You think that’s enough? You never begged Mom to love her stepdaughter more than her own?”