Chapter 7

Serena's POV

I stood under the lobby lights. My clutch held only the velvet box and a phone nearly out of battery.

I turned my ID over in my fingers and pressed my thumb over my own photo.

This card used to tell the world who I was.

Now it only told me that Ethan had decided I wasn't allowed to be anyone.

After dark, I sat on a bench outside.

The fabric of my pants rubbed against the cuts on my knees. The welts from the night before pulsed with heat across my back.

I had nowhere to go.…