Chapter 50: The Recording

Calla’s POV

The following morning, I hoped to wake to a storm raging outside, or perhaps the flu preventing me from getting out of bed. Anything to keep me from having to leave my room, so I could wallow in peace.

But the sky was blue, the sun was warm, and my shame was on full display. In the daylight, one would think that last night’s humiliation would feel less significant, but it was, in fact,