Damage Control

Brynn’s POV

The article stared back at me that Saturday morning while I sat in bed with a pack of frozen peas pressed against my swollen eyes.

Yes, I cried last night.

A lot.

Don’t get me wrong—I was still angry after everything Declan had said to me. But after he left, after the adrenaline disappeared and the apartment became quiet again, all the hurt I’d been suppressing somehow crashed into me