Chapter 69

Joan’s POV

I knew mom wouldn’t talk to me after all this. I shouldn’t have lied to her; then I would have avoided all this before now; she wouldn’t be so embarrassed of me. Everything paralysed me; it was just mind-wrecking, and I couldn’t look her in the eye and tell her that I was sorry.

It would have been better if she had seen it through her phone rather than catching both of us in the act. I felt filthy and too embarrassed to follow her, and thank goodness Fred did that on my behalf.

He had already left the room. When I came out of the bathroom, I dressed and wrapped myself up in the corner, waiting for the final judgement, but it never rrived. Instead, J Jones walked into my room, his hands wrapped around his chest. He just stood at the door, looking at me.

I had expected he would say something, but he didn't; he just sat down there. Like some statue, I hated his face; it made me nauseous, and the memories made me weak and bitter.

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