“Stay out of this,” Peter hissed.
“You don’t know what’s going on.”
“You’re right,” William replied, his tone steady. “I don’t. But she looks like she could use a friend right now.
And since you told her to leave, it’s really up to her if she wants to talk to me.”
I blinked rapidly, my chest tightening. I didn’t want to cry again. Not in front of everyone.
Not like that.
“I just need to go,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Then I turned and walked away.
Outside, the air hit me like a slap. Cold, sharp, and strangely sobering.
I hugged my arms around myself, trying to flag down a cab, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Elizabeth,” a voice called behind me.
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