?Chapter 615:


    Dominic frowned even more at my words. “Your attitude waspletely uncalled for.”


    I said nothing. I kept my head bowed as the silence swirled between us.


    His voice softened, carrying a thread of patience. “You should try being friendlier. Evelyn didn’t mean any harm.”


    Thement caught me off guard, like ice water trickling down my spine. Could it be that Dominic, the ever-distant and reserved man I’d known, was siding with Evelyn? Perhaps he even liked her?


    The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth, dredging up memories of how cold and unweing everyone had been when I first arrived at the pce. Yet Evelyn seemed to bask in their warmth effortlessly. The contrast stung more than I cared to admit.


    My mood darkened, and I felt the tight coil of frustration snap. My head shot up, my voice rising as the words burst out. “This is who I am! I’m not kind, and you’ve known that from the start!”


    With that, I turned on my heel, my chest heaving. I needed to get away before I said something I’d regret. Dominic reached for me, his hand brushing the air where my arm had been a second ago.


    I dodged his grasp and quickened my pace, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I wanted nothing more than to be miles away from him.


    “Wait!” he called after me, his voiceyered with confusion and exasperation. “What’s going on with you? You’re not like this—you never were!”


    I didn’t have an answer—not for him, not even for myself. Just like he said, Evelyn hadn’t done anything wrong. She was kind and sweet.


    And me? I barely recognized who I’d be.


    The more I thought about it, the harder it became to breathe. I was slowly bing a stranger to even myself. It was terrifying.


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    Instinctively, I quickened my pace until I broke into a run, leaving Dominic’s voice to fade behind me.


    By the time I reached my quarters, my emotions erupted in a way I couldn’t contain. I sank into the sofa, clutching a cushion like a lifeline as hot tears spilled down my cheeks.


    Evie, rmed by the noise, hurried out of her room and perched beside me.


    “Makenna, what’s wrong?” She rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Don’t cry. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”


    Her concern cracked me. Between sobs, I choked out, “Evie, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’ve be so… cruel. I hate it. I hate myself!”


    The tears came harder, soaking the cushion in my grasp.


    Evie leaned closer, brushing away my tears with delicate fingers. “That’s not true,” she said softly. “You’ve always been a good person, Makenna.”


    But her kindness only deepened the ache in my chest. I’d been harsh, bitter, and unreasonably irritabletely. I wasn’t the Makenna I thought I was—or wanted to be.


    The grief bubbled up again, and I cried harder, shaking with the force of it.


    Then, a familiar voice broke through my despair like a sudden p of thunder. “What’s with all the tears? Is it because of what happened yesterday?” Bryan’s familiar voice came from above me.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Tears blurred my vision, and I looked up to see Bryan frowning at me. His expression carried an edge of impatience.


    I lost myposure again and rushed at him.


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