I’m the one who’s got a stake in this, not you. You might’ve moved here for Cleo, but don’t think for one second this place will ever be your home.” His words were embedded in my skin like needles in a pin cushion until pain radiated from every pore. I ducked my head because I deserved his anger and malice. But I couldn’t bear for him to see the tears surging to the backs of my eyes.
