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How am I supposed to explain this to her tomorrow?

How do I tell her that she can’t ever see Foobawl again?

Seriously? Never again?

This is over for good?

“It has to be,” I blubber softly as I leave the room.

The second I’m in the hallway, Russell is stepping in my path, cradling me against him. “What happened?”

But how do I respond?

I can’t tell him the truth.

All I can blubber is “It’s over.”

Russell sighs, rubbing my back. “I knew he was going to fuck up.”

I tut and shove him off me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Hey, I’m sorry.” He lightly grabs my wrist as I try to storm away. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

I shake my head, crossing my arms when he pulls me in for another hug. My body is stiff and wooden as he rubs my back again, trying and failing to comfort me.

“I want to go to bed.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.”

“Russell, let me go!” I snap, wrestling out of his grasp.

He looks hurt by my venom, but I’m too wrecked to care about his feelings right now.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I mutter, padding down the hallway to my room.

Crawling into bed, I don’t even bother getting changed. Instead, I pull the covers over my head, curling into the fetal position and squeezing my eyes shut.

Images flood me—cruel, taunting memories of Zander on his bed with two girls plastered against him.

How many girls were there?

How many girls were willing?

How many weren’t?

Bile surges in my stomach, but I clamp my teeth, holding it in as I’m tortured by one horrific image after another.

It can’t be true, right?

But that look on Zander’s face.

That shame.

Closing my eyes with a whimper, I bury my face in the pillow and cry myself to sleep.

CHAPTER 50

ZANDER

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