“If you want pity–” “I’m not asking for pity!” My voice echoed through the walls and his eyes widened. “Watch your tone with me, Julianna.” “Or what?” I challenged, blinking the tears away. “You will regret it,” he warned. I gave him a bitter smile. “You still don’t understand, do you? What else can you do to hurt me when I’m hurting myself every day, every time I breathe.” “I can do much worse.”
