Chapter 4

“Stop being jealous, Stella!” My mother’s frustration is prominent in her voice. “My goodness! You just can’t let this go, can you?”

A small, tired squeak leaves Clara’s lips. She turns to Adrian and hides her face into his chest, hands flying up to cover her ears. Adrian sighs and holds the back of her head, gently smoothing out her blonde hair.

My eyes fixate on Adrian’s soothing motions, the way Clara melts into his touch with a tired smile on her face. It makes me sick.

My stomach churns inside my body. My fists ball at my sides, my…