Shocked

CELESTE'S POV

The taste of vomit still coated my tongue when my palms hit the shower wall and stayed there, braced flat, the only reason I was upright. Panic locked the air in my throat. Proud and calm. That was what my family had taught me to be, the only rules I'd ever been expected to live by. No matter what got taken, those stayed. Lorenzo could have the rest. He was not getting my pride.

Br